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A Sand Art Portrait of Barack Obama.

This impressive homage to the new U.S. president-elect is the work of talented Cuban-born American artist Jorge Rodriguez-Gerada, who sculpted this gigantic face of Barack Obama using gravel, sand and soil in Barcelona, where he now lives. The massive portrait of Obama’s face measures 445 feet long by 264 feet wide and covers nearly 1 hectare of Barcelona beachfront. The artwork used over 500 tons of donated materials. link

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Who would have thought a dormitory room would attract more than half a million views on YouTube?

I’m Sara, the host of the chaos that is me. This blog is about my ongoing journey towards something I don’t know what looks like. Hopefully a better “me” and a more complete Me. I have been diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) and C-PTSD. Until very recently I didn’t know why I would switch or even that I was doing that. I just knew that I would do crazy shit from time to time that didn’t seem in line with who I was most of the time.

I am currently going to treatment – therapy twice weekly. One hour-long session and one two-hour long session. This is not for the ones with bad or no health insurance. My memories of the abuse did not surface during therapy. The first time I remembered happened in DC. I had just spent an extremely emotionally tolling week in treatment, something that was deemed necessary after a crazy, out-of-control year long tailspin.

My hopes are that in a few months I will have made significant progress towards healing my separated self. So fasten your seatbelts and get ready for a bumpy ride. You might meet several of my alters along the way, though so far they have stayed away (for the most part) from blogging. I’m glad you’re here to share my journey.

This is from one of my posts:

You’d never know it, but buddy I’m a kind of poet
And I’ve got a lot of things I’d like to say
And if I’m gloomy, please listen to me
Till it’s talked away

Well that’s how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin’
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn’t mind
My bending your ear

But this torch that I found, It’s gotta be drowned
Or it’s gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

~ Johnny Mercer / Harold Arlen

Over 200 posts in three weeks. I’m going to borrow the words of my fellow blogger, Andy:

"Please be aware of the difficult journey that you’re about to take alongside someone… it might be too much… it should be too much… it is too much… and that’s largely the point of directing you to those painful pages – so that you can stand alongside someone and hear their voice. I don’t know how much of the story that you will read has been developed as a therapeutic reflection of inner pain… It doesn’t matter, because the author is clearly working through immense trauma caused by abuse and has had the bravery to allow us into her world. You will thus encounter truth should you decide to read on. And truth sometimes hurts. By agreeing to read some of the linked text, you have the personal choice to stop when you reach saturation point… which, I’m sure the author will agree, is a huge blessing."

I asked my husband if he would read this blog if he didn’t know me. His answer was that he wouldn’t - because it would be too difficult. It would be too painful to read my story. I didn’t know how to respond to that. Strange as it may seem, writing this doesn’t have that same impact on me as it does to others. To me it’s a relief, it’s extremely difficult at times (when I read it after), but it’s still a relief. I think I’m just numb still. Too numb to feel what “normal” people would feel. Andy’s and my husband’s words were eye-openers to me. I just haven’t thought of it as “being too difficult to read” until now.

I write because it is of value to myself. I find great relief in being able to write out my pain, confusion, and rid myself of the burden it clearly has been to keep this a secret for so many years. If, through my words, I should happen to help by shedding light on something that needs to be talked about, or help someone realize that they are not alone, it’s an added bonus.

I appreciate the feedback I get, every single courageous word. It makes me feel less alone on this journey. I shouldn’t be surprised over the number of people I find struggling to make it through life here on WP, but it still is shocking. Statistics will tell you that the number of people having similar experiences as mine is heartbreakingly high, and I suspect a lot of the people behind the statistics find their way here due to some of the same reasons I have for writing. There is solace in letting the pain have an outlet, even if it’s only through a veil of anonymity on an online blog. Believe me, I know.

I think the song at the top of my post says it well. Sometimes you just need to let it all out. Even if it’s to the ear of a stranger.

Currently studying Surface Design for Fashion & Interiors at the University of Huddersfield, I am in my second year & will be taking part in a placement year from June onwards. I am interested in innovative design, crafts & trends.

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Disclaimer

I was hoping to avoid having to do this, But it seems some recent events have forced me to. Any and all writings on this blog are purely for the art of writing, It is not in any shape or form written to direct at anyone. If there are any similarities or coincidences here they were done so purely accidentally.

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