Up to one percent of the population has dissociative identity disorder.

This is represents a beautiful journey of healing:

I've begun a journey of self-discovery, or "selves" discovery and have decided to nurture my creative sides in order to help us all work together.

Coloring is fun, but I'm an adult, and I don't want to just color. My "others" may want to color, but I want to create. All parts of the mind are on board; I'll create journals and artwork to hang. I'll crochet to my heart's content and look for other projects along the way.  

How does art help me?

It makes me the creator of whatever I am working on. My "others" can communicate through pictures, word art, or expressions on paper. They seem to communicate best this way. If they're angry, a red crayon expresses how angry they are, and we can work through it while drawing or pasting pictures.  

It allows for the least amount of energy to work through otherwise draining memories, it releases me of the memory and records it outside of the mind. If it's too difficult a memory, we create a safe place for it. Sometimes that ends up being in my file at my therapist's office. It cannot touch me there, and it is locked away until I say "let's work on it." 

Finding this outlet is the most wonderfully healing therapy, combined with talk therapy that I have had in years. The "others" have so many great ideas - I can hardly wait to see what we come up with next. And we are excited to work with every art medium we can get our hands on...if there were only more time in the day.  

I'm off to create. I have an idea in mind. I want to see the end result. I'll let you know how it works out for me. Maybe I'll be able to insert an image when it is done.