Major life events.
I dreamed about Mel Gibson the other day, rather a nice dream where we were fixing up this old house together. But there were questions about his first wife and his Anti-Semitism. Then the next day I dreamed about Charlie Sheen. No details for that one. Charlie is the name of one of my alts, one with schizo. It could be him. We've got lots of actors in here.
I went to Goodwill again this a.m., got a hat. I'd had another one in mind, that I saw yesterday, but it was gone, that's Goodwill for you. I really needed a hat. Denim, brand new. Has some polyester in it, and a bit tight, but that might go away with time. And seriously, losing weight might actually help a wee bit.
I was trying to figure out why I lost some minorly important paperwork last month. I think it had to do with me going to a store, and that was CVS, the one in our neighborhood. Some years ago my mom had driven me there after I got the only tooth I'd ever had pulled, pulled. I had a prescription. I had no money and only managed to pay $20 of a $200 bill. I just ditched on they guy. That wasn't like me. I had another major bill after that, I was a little better about dealing with them with it, but I couldn't even get myself to do that. *
I didnt' know I'd missed 2 MAJOR events in my life, a pregnancy resulting from one of my alters jumping a married guy, and my mother taking me on vacation with her, and fixing me up with an abortion at 5 1/2 months. How in the heck do you manage that at about 32-33 years of age. I know now there were other things I missed, but this one was the kicker that finally led me to discover I'm multipe--like 16 years later. I kept hearing someone say, "when?"
That was I think five years after the event. I kept hearing to "write it down" and I started journaling, suddenly a whole lot of stuff about journaling kept coming into my life. There was a session of Oprah with journaling. Some woman said she needed to talk to someone and "paper is more patient than man". That struck me in about the same way it did her, I guess.
About 1996 I quit my job as an office manager for an insurance agent. I said to on of my bosses, "I need to think". I did give them 2 weeks notice, but they said go ahead. I never look back, I never really went back and talked to them until I needed to track down someone who could help me find the insurance company of a man who hit me in a crosswalk.
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* I was trying to figure out why I had the weirdness, triggering, loss of logical brain function associated with the store, and I remembered my mom took me there when the tooth was pulled to get the prescription and she was rude, wouldn't get it for me, which I would have done after someone had had major surgery. What a jerk. But, lol, I got some pineapple sherbet while I was in there, cold food was recommended by the dentist.