
Cauliflour
The masochist who doodles.
- Mar 24, 2025
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I've thought about this every now and then after someone on here called the woman in my head a "personality". When I look online, it says that the other personalities essentially take all control and you don't remember anything but in my case I've had this woman in my head since I was I think 10 or 11 I'm not sure. She would come and talk through me to myself whenever I was facing stress and I know exactly what she is, she's some kind of personification of my autistic frustration. For years she was this vague other voice that would linger on stand by and scream at me through my vocal chords to calm me down and get me together if I was getting stressed or angry. In fact the first time I ever swore was technically her telling me to shut up after I got frustrated on something. I get frustrated easily, I think it's genetic. I noticed when writing diary entries if I was venting and rambling about something personal, my writing would naturally start going to the second person and would be giving commands and insults.
Then 194 days ago I tried to kill myself via strangulation and she hasn't been back since. Whenever I get really stressed now I either try to talk like her but still retain that 1st person perspective (it's clearer in my diary entries) or I just start self harming just without her talking. It was around this time I was certain she was some kind of other entity formed by my brain cause I would have arguments with her (she would talk and I would think in response). I started taking a mocha every morning a couple days before I tried to kill myself and her voice got stronger and more pissed at this time (which was probably due to the effects of caffeine making me more suicidal to the point where it wasn't passive like it should be). I drew this a few days before my impulsive attempt:
Although looking at the wording, it looks like we were both drawing this at the same time. As you can see, she was essentially the part of my brain that kept everything regulated. If it wasn't regulated she would get angry and yell at me to fix it. I liked that system: I got things done and it kept my ego in check. However I remember this conversation quite clearly: I was eating lunch after a prompt that made me think of my future and due to the caffeine making me actively suicidal, I was constantly thinking of killing myself young to the point where I couldn't eat my lunch properly and she was getting very angry at me because I haven't done the things I was supposed to do before I kill myself but the urges were getting overwhelming and she got really mad and left with no warning. She told me to stop thinking about suicide, I didn't, she left and now I'm having trouble looking after myself. I've sort of stabilised myself but I still miss her. If she was here I wouldn't be typing this at 12:46 am. If she was here then I could manage my work better. If she was here then I could get a clear idea on what to do when talking to people. If she was here then there would be someone actually listening to my diary entries.
I drew this shortly after, sums up my situation pretty well:
The thing is though, it isn't like a 180 and suddenly she's here, she sorta slowly manifested over years getting stronger and stronger each time going from miles away with a megaphone occasionally to the point where in that period of caffination, she was essentially hovering over my shoulder 24/7. I drew this diagram for some older post, I think this sums it up well:
She was like a driving teacher sitting in the front passenger seat that sometimes gets annoyed with you and reaches over to grab the wheel and stir you out of the way and back on the path you're supposed to be going.
I don't envision her as in my body though, she's in my brain. In fact I can draw her out just by thinking about what she looks like. I didn't figure this out all at once, first she was the shadow figure from above, then I figured out her name (it's Helena!) and then a few days after my suicide attempt, I manage to visualise this (shadowy figure drawing on the right):
Then about 3 months later I drew this (coloured drawing). Didn't know her mouth and I was unsure on the fringe:
I can't actually show the most recent drawing I have of her because it's uhhhh...a bit NSFW but I figured out her fringe (it's longer than that to cover the edges of the eyes and there's a piece of hair tucked behind her right ear. Also I figured out her mouth: she's wearing black lipstick. She's taller than me too, about 6" but probably taller.
I didn't think of doing this before she dissapeared but I just think about what certain parts of her look like and I draw the image that shows up. That's how I also figured out her name, age and ethnicity (mid 30s, south asian). I've never met a woman that matches this criteria (nobody in Britian is this stylish anymore and she's dressed like a business woman but I've never worked in an office, or any job actually) and looking at the drawing, she actually looks quite 80s like it's giving power suit vibes but her hair and makeup looks more 2010s (minus the black lipstick). Also every south asian I've met has some kind of a south asian name not a latin name so she can't be some kind of memory of the past and is clearly designed based on items I think look pretty I mean, the suit is a dead give away, I like wearing blazers and collared shirts.
So in conclusion: what's the deal with her? Does DID cover people that lurk in your head? How do I get her back? I'm so scared I'll hurt myself terribly if she doesn't come back soon, in fact I'm suprised I'm still going, maybe joining this website has something to do with that.
Also I don't know if this is worth mentioning but I didn't realise until she left, but she's been in my dreams for ages. I just didn't recognise her as I'm not very good at imagining concrete things so she was more like the vague shadowy figure that was more of a concept, like reading a book rather than watching a film. I do remember thinking that she had a dark skin tone though and she was mostly in sexual dreams in a similar setting that if I try to imagine now, is like trying to play back a VHS that's been copied 15 times and only shows glimpses of the original video before going back to it's tape whirl. It's very hard to imagine. Does that happen in DID cases?
Then 194 days ago I tried to kill myself via strangulation and she hasn't been back since. Whenever I get really stressed now I either try to talk like her but still retain that 1st person perspective (it's clearer in my diary entries) or I just start self harming just without her talking. It was around this time I was certain she was some kind of other entity formed by my brain cause I would have arguments with her (she would talk and I would think in response). I started taking a mocha every morning a couple days before I tried to kill myself and her voice got stronger and more pissed at this time (which was probably due to the effects of caffeine making me more suicidal to the point where it wasn't passive like it should be). I drew this a few days before my impulsive attempt:

Although looking at the wording, it looks like we were both drawing this at the same time. As you can see, she was essentially the part of my brain that kept everything regulated. If it wasn't regulated she would get angry and yell at me to fix it. I liked that system: I got things done and it kept my ego in check. However I remember this conversation quite clearly: I was eating lunch after a prompt that made me think of my future and due to the caffeine making me actively suicidal, I was constantly thinking of killing myself young to the point where I couldn't eat my lunch properly and she was getting very angry at me because I haven't done the things I was supposed to do before I kill myself but the urges were getting overwhelming and she got really mad and left with no warning. She told me to stop thinking about suicide, I didn't, she left and now I'm having trouble looking after myself. I've sort of stabilised myself but I still miss her. If she was here I wouldn't be typing this at 12:46 am. If she was here then I could manage my work better. If she was here then I could get a clear idea on what to do when talking to people. If she was here then there would be someone actually listening to my diary entries.
I drew this shortly after, sums up my situation pretty well:

The thing is though, it isn't like a 180 and suddenly she's here, she sorta slowly manifested over years getting stronger and stronger each time going from miles away with a megaphone occasionally to the point where in that period of caffination, she was essentially hovering over my shoulder 24/7. I drew this diagram for some older post, I think this sums it up well:

She was like a driving teacher sitting in the front passenger seat that sometimes gets annoyed with you and reaches over to grab the wheel and stir you out of the way and back on the path you're supposed to be going.
I don't envision her as in my body though, she's in my brain. In fact I can draw her out just by thinking about what she looks like. I didn't figure this out all at once, first she was the shadow figure from above, then I figured out her name (it's Helena!) and then a few days after my suicide attempt, I manage to visualise this (shadowy figure drawing on the right):

Then about 3 months later I drew this (coloured drawing). Didn't know her mouth and I was unsure on the fringe:

I can't actually show the most recent drawing I have of her because it's uhhhh...a bit NSFW but I figured out her fringe (it's longer than that to cover the edges of the eyes and there's a piece of hair tucked behind her right ear. Also I figured out her mouth: she's wearing black lipstick. She's taller than me too, about 6" but probably taller.
I didn't think of doing this before she dissapeared but I just think about what certain parts of her look like and I draw the image that shows up. That's how I also figured out her name, age and ethnicity (mid 30s, south asian). I've never met a woman that matches this criteria (nobody in Britian is this stylish anymore and she's dressed like a business woman but I've never worked in an office, or any job actually) and looking at the drawing, she actually looks quite 80s like it's giving power suit vibes but her hair and makeup looks more 2010s (minus the black lipstick). Also every south asian I've met has some kind of a south asian name not a latin name so she can't be some kind of memory of the past and is clearly designed based on items I think look pretty I mean, the suit is a dead give away, I like wearing blazers and collared shirts.
So in conclusion: what's the deal with her? Does DID cover people that lurk in your head? How do I get her back? I'm so scared I'll hurt myself terribly if she doesn't come back soon, in fact I'm suprised I'm still going, maybe joining this website has something to do with that.
Also I don't know if this is worth mentioning but I didn't realise until she left, but she's been in my dreams for ages. I just didn't recognise her as I'm not very good at imagining concrete things so she was more like the vague shadowy figure that was more of a concept, like reading a book rather than watching a film. I do remember thinking that she had a dark skin tone though and she was mostly in sexual dreams in a similar setting that if I try to imagine now, is like trying to play back a VHS that's been copied 15 times and only shows glimpses of the original video before going back to it's tape whirl. It's very hard to imagine. Does that happen in DID cases?