It went ok-- nothing bad happened, and we had some really good times. Love to spend time with our sister and her kids. Its hard to leave though. Tears our hearts out to say goodbye. We feel so guilty leaving. We could never live there again...back home. It would kill us. But we hate leaving them behind. Its so hard to leave people behind that you love so much. We need to just put them in our pocket.We want so much to just pack them in a bag and bring them back with us. Save them all.
Just feeling very quiet. No one feels much like talking. Need time alone. Need time to just think.

(Things are very switchy right now--there are 3 of us here today ...sorry if this entry sounds odd.)

. There isn't time to think there on a trip home-- or perhaps rather, we don't want to think there.
We have another trip coming up. Husband wants to go visit his best friend, and where he grew up. That'll be good, for him to spend time with his best friend, and for us to get to spend some time together.
We cant wait to get back to therapy. None last week, and only the chance to go next week (twice, thankfully), and then have to miss another week of it. We are working on really hard things that we can't talk about with anybody. Its always so intense. Even Pilgrim doesn't even get what's going on all the time, she just isn't even ready to hear it.
Someone saw a commercial for info on Bipolar disorder today and told her she should get the info. We've already been diagnosed bipolar once, a long time ago. It ended up being thrown out . If only it had all been that easy. She wanted to only be bipolar. And not PTSD/ multiple/ eating disorder blah blah blah etc everything else. I don't know what she said in response to the commercial. But it would be so nice if we could just be accepted for who we are. God if we could have gotten off so easily with only bipolar or just PTSD or just ADD. Just not THIS. Its really hard when our psyche or our therapist talks about us having DID. It was really hard when we were in the hospital a few years ago and the doctors there were all like "You are most definitely DID, and you need to just accept it." Those were HARD times. It was like being hit in the stomach.
She doesnt want to be this way.But it would be easier if we felt accepted around here. We talk all the time to people,family, friends, but only online friends and our therapist know us by name and recognize each of us as individuals. Thankfully our therapist and online friends recognizes us even by our expressions and even words we use. Everywhere else, like work and home and around family and in public, we have to hide ourselves. Guess it'll be like that a long time.

Sorry for the downer of a post. We all have a lot on our minds about our trip, family, old memories, things like that, and just aren't ready to talk about it with anyone, and thats weighing us all down.We aren't even talking inside to each other right now.