GuardiansofCalcaria

We have D.I.D. We are not fake or made up. We are not a set or a cyborg. We are a family. We just happen to share a head. Yes, that means we don't have a clear past. Yes, that means life isn't all flowers and rainbows. Life isn't always nice. We aren't mad. Dissociative Identity Disorder is how our brain chose to deal with our past. So you deal with it too.

Before we go any further you should know that I'm an alter. That means that I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. My name is Amber and I'm 19. I've been there since the body was 11 and it's a story about me. Guardians of Calcaria was a project i started all those years ago, and we're still going with it today. It helps us work as a team and brings us closer even though we've never really met. Enjoy and feedback if you will. I stare at woman in the picture in front of me, fighting back the sting of tears.    Her straight hair is short and messy, sweeping this way and that with no discernable style.    It looks like mine, only blonde.