DIDdispatches Blog A personal perspective on living with Dissociative identity disorder. A personal perspective on living with Dissociative identity disorder. Time To Let Go Of My Past. I worried over why this had happened, why her face suddenly plagued me and then it hit me, six years ago this week I was informed she had died.

This is my practice space. To love me, you must accept my depression. The arrival of autumn always coincides with a sense of melancholy for me, because autumn beckons the inevitable arrival of winter, beckons shorter days and less exposure to sunlight, more temptation to hunker down, and less incentive to emerge from bed each morning. Autumn reactivates my awareness of my mental illness or wellness in a particular way.