A Woman With Split Personalities: Dissociated Journal
Dissociated Journal: Chapter One
Am I in a supermarket? How did I come here? I have no recollection of driving up to the store and oh lord my head hurts like crazy. What happened? I’m so confused right now.
These kinds of occurrences started happening on a daily basis since then. I haven’t been able to get a wink of sleep in the fear of finding myself stranded somewhere. I don’t know why this is happening to me. It’s like, I’m watching TV and then suddenly I open my eyes as if from a concussion and I find myself in the middle of the street, or at the movies. I have no memory of driving or making a decision that I have to go somewhere. It is very scary.
I used to maintain a journal in high school and now I think I should start keeping a record of my daily life again.
8:30 a.m.: Dear Diary, I woke up this Saturday morning feeling fresh and happy. It’s the weekend and all I want to do is forget about my worries and go out with some girl-friends. We are going to the club tonight, just us girls. It’s going to be fun.
12:00 p.m.: I ate some breakfast, did my laundry, cleaned the apartment, bathed and washed my hair since the last entry. I feel so productive today. Sunny mornings always help lift my mood.
2:00 p.m.: Can’t stop thinking about my situation. I was just watching TV and the last occurrence flashed in my mind. So, I started writing just to distract myself. I think I should go, pick out the outfit for tonight. We are going to meet at one of my friends’ house first and then go to the club from there.
5:00 p.m.: Nothing, in particular, has happened since the last entry. I ate lunch, then fell asleep on the sofa and luckily woke up there itself. I have to go soon. Should I take you with me?
6:00 p.m.: Looks like I finally decided to take you with me. I noticed something though, girls take way too much time to get ready.
9:00 p.m: Finally, we are in the car, going to the club. I got so bored there but it was kind of fun. Couldn’t write in here, it would have been rude and here we are, just arrived. See ya later.
6:00 a.m.: Something happened last night! I did not drink at all and still, I cannot remember coming home and going to bed and my head is throbbing with pain as if someone is banging it against the wall. I need to get some medicine first.
8:00 a.m.: I took the medicine, a hot water bath, ate breakfast and now I’m feeling better. Let me tell you what all I can remember. As soon as we entered the club, the girls ordered drinks and I refused because I didn’t feel like it. I was pulled to the dance floor by someone and we danced like no one was watching. All in all, I was having fun. A while later, I was sitting at the bar, having a glass of water when this guy approaches me and we start talking. He seemed like a nice guy, very cute. I had totally forgotten about my situation which was good and was really into the conversation with this guy. It becomes a little hazy after this but I think he asked to show me something on the terrace, I’m assuming the view, and I agreed. We went to the terrace, stood by the railing watching the view and then I woke up in bed the next morning with a huge headache. I’m scared now. I don’t know why this is happening to me.
11:00 a.m.: To distract myself from these events I did some office work. I was already kind of lagging behind so did a little catching up and I’m feeling a little better than before. There are no plans for tonight. I’m too shook to do anything anymore, so I’m going to just lie around the apartment today.
2:00 p.m.: Just had lunch. I am getting a little bored now. Should I watch a movie? If yes, which one?
5:40 p.m.: Just woke up from a super powerful nap by sleeping on the sofa, reading a novel. Maybe I’ll watch the movie later tonight. I’m still sleepy though. I think I’m going to sit and finish my work from the office so that my boss won’t get angry again. My boss is a kind and nice man but he is really short-tempered. Everyone is really afraid of him in the office.
9:30 p.m.: I finished my work and I’m still sleepy from this evening. I’m going to sleep early tonight so that I can get up early tomorrow for work. I’m going to watch the movie from this afternoon. Which movie should I watch?
6:00 a.m.: Oh Shit! Someone wrote in this diary when I was asleep.
The next chapter will follow soon
The writer of the story “The Story Of A Woman With Split Personalities: Dissociated Journal” is Gitanjali Mishra. Connect with her on Facebook.
The Story Of A Woman With Split Personalities: Chapter II
The Story Of A Woman With Split Personalities: Chapter III
The Story Of A Woman With Split Personalities: Chapter IV