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The day I heard that I have a split personality, my life changed. I was freaking out inside but remained calm until I reached home. I wasn't at home; I was taken to a specialist where I was examined and re-examined. I had no idea about it. This was something beyond my expectations. I never imagined that I would be facing this. All the time, I kept looking down. My 30 years seemed worthless to me. Who am I, really?

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Our Souls Belong to a Long Drive

My Split Personality.

When I reached home, I could see that my mom was weeping. She knew that from that day, my life would change forever. She held my hand and took me to my room. I sat on the bed and looked at her. I didn’t speak after hearing the news. My mom was expecting some questions from me, but I stayed silent. She hugged me and cried. One of my cousins rushed in and asked about my situation. My mom was speechless. I spoke for the first time and assured them that I was okay. My words seemed to ease the tension for a moment, but I could tell my mom was still not okay. I knew she would never truly be okay.

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My cousin left, and I asked my mom for some juice, either apple or orange. I went to the balcony and looked outside. Some questions really needed answers. But who could I ask? Me? Myself? The one who is with me? My other personality? I started feeling angry. I gripped the railing and shouted in rage. My mom came running and grabbed me, crying loudly and trying to calm me down. I immediately lay down on the ground. I didn’t know why, but somehow it helped me control my anger.

After a moment, my mom helped me sit on a chair in the room. She asked if I was feeling okay. I assured her. She gave me a glass of juice. I was astonished. I preferred coffee over any other drink. When did I ask for juice? I started feeling bad. My mom wasn’t giving up. She was mumbling that she would not give up on me. The whole situation was giving me a serious headache. Maybe I wasn’t in my own soul at that time. I decided to take a nap.

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At midnight, I heard someone whispering in my ear. The sound was keeping me awake. I realized that my inner soul was trying to speak. That’s exactly what happened. I felt myself get up and start walking. I wanted to go outside, but my second personality was holding me back. I could feel its rage. But who was it talking to? Was it talking to a ghost? Did that mean I was talking to a spirit? For the first time, I felt a mix of emotions deep inside my heart—smile and rage. I looked at the mirror and saw my dual face for the first time! This was madness. This was the start of the fire.

Ending Thoughts

I could feel the darkness. I could see red eyes burning with rage. The voice was no longer heard. Was that my voice telling me to rise? But it didn’t bother me anymore. I felt like I could destroy anything around me. Was my split personality my dark side?

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