Is Suicide Really Suicide if You Have Multiple Personalities?

And if you have more than just one other personality, is it like a multiple homicide?  Will you go to Hell for committing suicide or homicide?  To what level of Hell will you go?  I haven't finished Dante's Inferno yet, so I guess I'm not sure if the level of Hell is the same for both offenders or not.  But what a thought for me to ponder.  In my not-so-humble opinion, your body is only a vessel where your soul resides.  If you have multiple personalities, do you have multiple souls trapped in one body, duking it out inside of you?  How did more than one soul get into a single vessel?  Is there a reason behind that, or is it purely mental illness?  I know there are people with as many as like 20-something personalities.  I can rationalize having maybe two, one weak personality and then having developed a second, more powerful personality to cope with some devastating or traumatic situation that someone may have experienced.  But when you're talking about dealing with MULTIPLE personalities...that just blows me away.  A brain must just get exhausted trying to deal with regulating all the emotions personalities of each individual.  And sometimes a person is aware of their other personalities?  But is it like sitting back and watching someone else have control over their body?  What if one was an over eater or a drug addict, and another one was anorexic or a homemaker?  Things could get really confusing.  This is going to get twisted if I think about it in too much detail.  I really need to get back to school and get into medicine fast.  I can only learn so much from the internet and as far as I know, the internet doesn't give you a degree in Psychiatry...and if I does, well, it won't be accepted in most places.  Most.

I Feel Like the Caterpillar

You know the one.  The one with all the arms.  But all my arms and hands are useless without feeling.  My hands are all numb and cold, they've been gripping the ice too long.  The blue ice from way deep down at the bottom of the pit, where you shine a light down and it still looks like an angry mouth about to swallow you up.  I don't know why I wanted to grab that ice in the first place, it was so beautiful, so welcoming, like crystals, shining and inviting.  It's cold like a snake bite, it's frost like pain your memory is first to forget.  But I don't put it down, I pull it close, with all my arms, close to my chest to freeze my heart, and slowly I climb up and out of the abyss.  I clutch it close and climb ever upward.  I don't see the light of day yet, but I know it's there, somewhere, and the promise of it gives me hope and strength to keep climbing, though I'm freezing and I keep slipping back down, I'll keep climbing back up.  Even, if when I emerge from the pit, it's night time, the sun will rise again, and the ice will eventually melt and my arms will thaw, my heart will feel again, and I will see clearly.  I will be free of the pit, of the ice.  I will be in the sun, on the surface, with the colors of daylight and life surrounding me.  I know it's not today, and it may not be tomorrow, but it will be one day, so I will keep on climbing with my ice crystals and my caterpillar arms.

Oh, Funny Like Burning

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"It's classical, anyway."

Belle Nuit Noire

Goodnight, Moon.