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I feel so guilty because the grandfather gives me lots of candy in the day time. She has come to help the little ones who deal with the night and it's horribleness.I want to be such a good little girl and I know that the candy the grandfather gives me makes me feel somewhat happy inside. I think he does this so I will feel bad about taking the candy. I look at him with his withered hand and arm and I am instantly afraid because he is the form that tortures my other little ones, Mona and Tressie. Why does he do this to us? Sick sick sick is what comes from his actions. There is no way to escape. I pray that God can see and he knows our pain. I do not understand why he cannot help. There must be a reason. I am almost four years of age. Tressie and Mona came when they were two going on three years of age.
This is Tamara and because I could not do anything to stop the torment and trauma I fractured off again to survive. This s simply because I had no one to help or love me. My little alters do not want to accept the fact that the grandparents were their. I am sure you can understand why. Again my brain came to the rescue and saved me in so many ways. I thank my God and father for creating such a wonderful mind in myself. It protected me when no one else wanted to.
A time of internal uniting of the "little ones"