When I was younger, I split myself into two people. Metaphorically of course. At first it was because I'd always wanted to be a comic heroine, and every good hero has an evil clone/twin/apparition. There was me, Celestive, based on my older screen name, and there was Eve. Celestive was me. Insecure, afraid, weak, etc, etc. Eve was angry. Eve was strong, powerful, determined. Eve had initiative. She also, in my kind, had red hair. Vampire red, not natural red. Which is why, when my mom bought me the red and black wig, I began to really see Eve as another me, or an extension of me. If I wanted to be strong, I'd have to be Eve.
At some point, I created another persona. Vivian. Vivian was fun, sexy, cheerful, etc. A positive and vibrant me. Vivian's hair color changed as my wig collection grew. So I had the awkward me, the strong me, the fun me.
Later, I created two more. Fayth, and Shen. Fayth was the creator, the mother. Fayth had purple hair. Then there was Shen. She was the destroyer, abscence, end, truth. Shen had straight black hair.
Sometimes I drew them, sometimes I tried to be them depending on the day I was having. Some people involuntarily create multiple personalities after traumatic events in their lives. I voluntarily created them to escape from myself.
They stopped being extensions of me, and in my mind were separate people. I never really like BECAME any of them though. It's too much work to trick myself into thinking I'm someone else, but I wished, I still wish that I could. But at least i had sort of names for the aspects of myself. The positive, Vivian. The negative, Eve. The creator, Fayth. The destroyer, Shen. Then there was Celestive. Sometimes I decided she/me was the awkward weak one, etc. Sometimes I decided she/me was the embodiment of all the others. The spirit point of a pentacle. ...the Voltron of my aspects.
and yet I'd rather be any of them.
