Sometimes I wonder about all the things people carry inside them. You know, those invisible parts of ourselves that we don’t really talk about out loud. For me, it's this strange feeling that maybe I've got more than one soul hanging around inside my body. And gosh, doesn't that just sound utterly wild? But if you'll allow me a moment of vulnerability, I'd like to share this with you.
Growing up, I always felt kinda different. Maybe that's why animals have always been easier for me to connect with than humans; they just seem so much less complicated and more straightforward. But something changed as I grew older. When I was a teenager, right after my grandparents passed away—my wonderful grandmother first and then my grandfather—I started feeling like they were still around somehow. It wasn't just in memories or dreams... It felt like they became a part of me in some inexplicable way. It's hard to describe, but it was almost like their spirits braided themselves into mine, weaving an intricate tapestry of emotions and insights that weren’t entirely my own.
Over the years, I've entertained the idea that maybe I've gathered or adopted these souls along my journey through life... which sounds kind of bizarre now that I'm saying it out loud
I know there’s Dissociative Identity Disorder floating around in the psychological lexicon, but I don’t think that's what this is because I’m still here—consciously "me"—while also feeling them merged within me.
It's this fluid motion being able to switch between different aspects or identities of myself depending on who I'm with and where I'm at. A bit like wearing various hats while never losing track of who sits beneath them all—just carrying these extra beautiful fragments from loved ones who've passed on.
So here I am, sharing a little quirk of my inner world with you and feeling all kinds of nervous about it! If anyone else has ever felt spirits become part of them or experienced something similar… let's chat! It's comforting knowing we aren't alone in these quirks and curiosities about ourselves
Feel free to laugh at how odd this might sound—I do too sometimes! LOL!!
Growing up, I always felt kinda different. Maybe that's why animals have always been easier for me to connect with than humans; they just seem so much less complicated and more straightforward. But something changed as I grew older. When I was a teenager, right after my grandparents passed away—my wonderful grandmother first and then my grandfather—I started feeling like they were still around somehow. It wasn't just in memories or dreams... It felt like they became a part of me in some inexplicable way. It's hard to describe, but it was almost like their spirits braided themselves into mine, weaving an intricate tapestry of emotions and insights that weren’t entirely my own.
Over the years, I've entertained the idea that maybe I've gathered or adopted these souls along my journey through life... which sounds kind of bizarre now that I'm saying it out loud

It's this fluid motion being able to switch between different aspects or identities of myself depending on who I'm with and where I'm at. A bit like wearing various hats while never losing track of who sits beneath them all—just carrying these extra beautiful fragments from loved ones who've passed on.
So here I am, sharing a little quirk of my inner world with you and feeling all kinds of nervous about it! If anyone else has ever felt spirits become part of them or experienced something similar… let's chat! It's comforting knowing we aren't alone in these quirks and curiosities about ourselves
