Today I got my binder from post office, got tangled when tried to put it on, had to try a few times to adjust chesticles... damn, it felt so good. I went out. I felt like a different person. Literally.
I once had a concept about fixing my psyche on a lower level with 2 mental personas (since I know now about #plural: core headmate, still 'me' but build with other main traits; just a reminder I was #median at that time, other headmates were parts of subconscious).
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binding, mention of murder/suicide
And today I felt like that other 'me' was in charge. Like, little to no anxiety, no feel of being judged. Like those main traits were just changed...
Nice feeling. I may experiment with it. Maybe separate those parts of me again. Or kinda... just get rid of the weaker one. Wow, that sounds creepy, like I plan a murder or something. But that would be more like a partial suicide? Sounds even more creepy. I should probably go.
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