While I've never been diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder or anything similar, sometimes I feel like a system. I don't claim to have this problem, because I don't condone or encourage self-diagnosing. It's harmful to those who truly suffer from something they can't control. I assign different names to different parts of myself that I've created as a coping mechanism. I'm fully aware, I don't black out. Rather than being a combination of them all at once, I switch between these personas as needed. Different mannerisms, different opinions, thoughts and feelings. This is a self-induced unhealthy coping mechanism, I do not recommend it to anyone. Louise Louise has been part of me the longest. I gave her this name, because it's one of my middle names. I blame my bad and intrusive thoughts on her, because it helps me feel like less of a shitty person. If Louise were to become her own person, I'd picture her to be blonde and pale. Taller than me, maybe a few years older too. I hate Louise. She's cold and numb to emotion but feeds off of anger and resentment. There's no empathy and there's no kindness. Unnamed This one was just around for a really short period of time. I can't pinpoint what the purpose of it was, when exactly I came up with it or how. Just wasn't a good time. Stephanie / Stephi I used Stephanie when I talked to people in certain situations online, as a shield to protect the real me from people's bad intentions. Stephanie was a way for me to project good traits and innocence. I see her as younger, like 13-14. When I was that age, my life was miserable, so I guess Stephanie could also be a way for me to relive those years except better. Rachel I love this one. Rachel is who I aspire to become in my everyday life. I want her to be more than just a persona. She's happy, she's ambitious, knows her self-worth and doesn't get offended easily. Rachel is perfect. When I talk to myself I prefer talking as Rachel and I love walking around my apartment just embodying her to the fullest. Rachel is poised.