Yeah, it's coming...
Every year sometime in the beginning of September, I disappear. I don't know where I go. For two months I'm just gone. I come back somewhere towards the end of November. Every year without fail I'm just gone. Poof. Bye-bye. One or more of my splits take over for me and my body-life goes on but I am somewhere else.
My t first realized this last year, when I came back in November. My whole life I thought that there were only 10 months in a year. "There's 12?!?!" Yes...yes there is.
So September started today and I'm starting to wonder if I will disappear again. I don't know why I disappear and I don't know what triggers it, but alas...it happens anyway. Sometimes I wish I could find out somehow but part of me is scared to death. I don't know if I want to know. But what if I could prevent myself from disappearing?
I'm not sure what to do about it, except to just let what happens to happen. Maybe this will finally be the year I can actually experience October.