Like. Writing a comic, kind-of, just. With every character in it being an aspect of me, personified. And there are quite the number of various mes. I used to not be that aware of them. But I've had my awareness of them heightened. I can't exactly put names to them, with two exceptions. (The two male voices in my head I converse with on occasion, one named David and the other whose name varies but as of today is currently Ace.)
Like. I can't exactly go, "I'm Ranger", "That was Ranger", "I'm mastina", "that was mastina", or the like. And most of the mes identify to some extent just as...well, Bree. That is, if they identify by a name at all. (Some mes are just...well, me. They don't think of names, they just...exist, and are.)
So it's not something I realistically would make with it being accurate to reality. It'd be embellished. But the idea did come to me all the same.
I also feel like there was a non-crazy thing I could talk about, but whatever it was, I've since forgotten about it, so I suppose I get to be a crazy lady for a while longer. Basically, the me that I am right now is doing a decent job of living life, but I feel like it was someone else's life I inherited.
That makes little sense, I'm sure. I have the same memories I've always had, more or less. I've got the same skills, I think many of the same thoughts, I feel many of the same emotions, but I still feel like I'm not the one who has been driving most of my life, like it was someone else, someone a part of me but who isn't the current me that is thinking (and typing) this blog right now.
It's really confusing, my brain. I wish I had some kind of answer for what it is that I am, that I have in there. But any label I know of feels like if I used it, it'd be insulting to those who have that label legitimately. I'm just. Kinda...weird, I guess. I don't know what I am. That's not a bad thing, but it is a thing which makes it difficult to describe to others.