So I'm not really sure what to do about this one, or where to begin. I don't know if my Mom reads this journal or not, or if she even knows about it. I don't believe she does so I think I can rest fairly assured here. If she happens to see it, and feels hurt, she can talk to me about it.

Misty, meant to call you, but can only call internationally from work right now. Call me if ya wanna talk.

I've been going over this in my head since Saturday. It's been a bit distracting.

Some of you may be familiar with the history involving my Mom and her mental state over the past several years. For those who are not, long story short, she's got some paranoia delusional issues, serious ones. She has shown signs of schizophrenia over the past several years, and has developed a persecution complex including believing that she is being repeatedly assaulted and attacked under a huge conspiracy.

I've tried to be helpful and understanding in the best ways I've known how, but I am getting to the point where I simply don't know how to any more.

Saturday, I got an email from her. I have gotten distressed emails from her before, but this one has some new things to deal with. It started with "One of the little girls inside me wants to tell you something." It went on with her explaining that she has Dissociative Disorder, otherwise known as multiple personalities. She talked about how she developed it when she was younger as a survival mechanism, citing things that seem to me too horrible to be true.

And then, the email proceeds into being from two of the other personalities, each introducing themself, going on for about a paragraph, then going back to being "Mom" again.

The details that were discussed by all parties in the email were a bit disturbing, and I'm at a loss for how to respond to the whole thing in general. Over the past few years I have done everything from try to present logical reasoning to her, to just dismissing the issues, to becoming patronising, to trying again at logic.

I'm going to call my older brother, who has dealt with her illnesses probably more than I have, and see if something like this has ever come up before.

*sigh*

One of these days I'm so going to write a book about my life.