This song just fits perfectly with my identity disorder. All of the lyrics Baby I’m still your girl How do I love, how do I trust...

I used to listen to this while writing Paper Doll, while I had psychosis, before I was hospitalised I loved it It takes me back even now,...

Autoimmune part 2 My family loved me, more than anything, but even they couldn't protect me from the autoimmune illness. It was, as with...

This song is full of lines that relate to my identity disorder, but the main ones are: “I can never leave the past behind… I’m always...

There are many lines in this song that at the time of recovery from my identity disorder I related to doesn’t have a problem lying to...

I listened to this while I was recovering from my identity disorder. I related to many characters in various songs, and Sheila was one My...

I’ve always wanted my life to be like a movie, since I was a little girl. It’s a cliche for a reason. We grow up on fairytales, and rom...

I was looking through old photos earlier and there were so many of me as a little girl. One of them I took with me to the psychiatric...

Two blog posts in one day! Can you tell I have free time on my hands?? But I have a lot of ideas, songs and time so why not This song and...

I love this song. She hides like a child, to me, captures the identity disorder perfectly. It was childhood trauma, triggered by my...

This song always makes me think of Baby at her best - in a nice outfit, pretty dress, make up done, not smeared because she was drunk...

Todays blog entry is about my struggles with my sexuality. I never used to think i was bisexual, I thought I was straight. I’d always...

Baby is very complicated to explain to another person, she was a concept, a representation of the ideal feminine archetype, born from an...

Baby was broken. She was made out of broken pieces. My heart was broken and as a result I created Baby as a persona and defence mechanism...

I love this song for two reasons it makes me think of mum because it was through her that I first heard it, and because it makes me think...

I think I left off at the point where I moved schools and was struggling to a djust/ not adhere to conventional gender stereotypes such...

Baby was my mask, costume, alter ego, persona, other self. She was how I disguised and covered everything I didn’t like about myself. I’d...

What I want is freedom, independence, happiness. Joy. Love. Peace. All that good stuff. I'm done with nightmares, internal screams....

The anorexia was preceded in year six by me throwing my food away at break and lunch in an effort to be thin. I didn't quite know why...

Baby was born in a toilet stall at the age of twelve, as I cried after being mocked mercilessly by another boy from my year group. I was...