It feels like the original me, vessel, host, only comes out when I’m dreaming. There’s feelings sometimes with the memories but I feel like I have no creative, individual thoughts. When I was “born”, split, there was this voice in my head that tried to rationalize what I was perceiving, how odd I was feeling...at first I was acting on adrenaline, then modeling others, pretending everything was ok, even though I didn’t know what I was doing, was just lost. Then I had these false flashbacks. I don’t know. It was freaky and I isolated myself, shut down.