I’ve always had different parts of myself chattering in my head.  Now I’ve mostly merged, except for the youngest, smallest parts, and so this is how it feels to not have parts. It’s odd. It’s something new. It’s the silence, the one thought at a time.  I don’t know if I like this.  I though this is what I wanted.  I never appreciated the gift. Dissociation is not a disorder. It’s an alternative way of thinking.