What goes on in our heads solely determines the level at which we function in society, our physical health, and the degree of our mental and emotional stability and maturity.
I cut myself up really badly with the lid of a tin can. They took me to the emergency room, but I couldn__ tell the doctor what I had done to cut myself__ didn__ have any memory of it. The ER doctor was convinced that dissociative identity disorder didn__ exist._._._. A lot of people involved in mental health tell you it doesn__ exist. Not that you don__ have it, but that it doesn__ exist.
The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma
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I cut myself up really badly with the lid of a tin can. They took me to the emergency room, but I couldn__ tell the doctor what I had done to cut myself__ didn__ have any memory of it. The ER doctor was convinced that dissociative identity disorder didn__ exist._._._. A lot of people involved in mental health tell you it doesn__ exist. Not that you don__ have it, but that it doesn__ exist.
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