Can you add dialouge to my story "I first realized I was having a diffrent side of me on a Monday. I mean, I kind of suspected it before, obviously. I was drawing in a pool of my own blood on a fateful Saturday evening. Let me give you some juicy context. So, I was coming home from football practice and was having a wonderful day. Then, out of the blue, a truck slammed into my cab, and I was thrown out of my seat at what seemed to be at light speed. Blood was everywhere, glass shards in my liver and in my eyebrow, or what seemed to be. As I lay down on the ground, blood spilling into every crevice of my body, I thought I was about to say my final goodbyes. But then, as if appearing out of the blue, an ambulance arrived. The next time I woke up, I was on a stretcher, then in the operating room, and finally on a hospital bed.
The final days on the hospital bed were a blur. I "woke up" and the nurse was dumbfounded. I cried in despair because of what people said about me. The nurse asked, "Why are you crying?" I sobbed and said, "I could hear everything. I can't move, but I still had my ears. It felt like eternal prison, I exclaimed." The nurse tried to comfort me, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in my own body.
As the days turned into weeks, I started to notice something strange. There were moments when I didn't feel like myself. It was as if another person had taken over my body. I would say and do things that I didn't remember. At first, I thought I was just imagining things, but the more it happened, the more I realized that something was seriously wrong with me. I couldn't control these episodes, and they were starting to take a toll on my relationships and my sanity. I tryed to research my “condition” but had no luck I scoured on the internet for days and nights with no luck available. My condition has gotten worse and worse when I gained my consciousness after a while it seems like months and years have passed like something or someone was controlling me like I was a puppet on strings. Eventually I decided to do some more research on my condition, and fortunately that's when I came across the term "split personality." It was like a light bulb went off in my head. This was exactly what I was experiencing. I read about the different types of split personalities and the possible causes, but nothing seemed to fit. I couldn't understand why this was happening to me, and it was driving me crazy. Hours of mindlessly scrolling through the internet for hours at a time I still couldnt find which fit different type of split personality then I gave up. A week later I tried my best looking at every website and looking at every article known to man I still couldnt find anything. Fortunately I found what type of split personality i had it was called ICOTB (ICOTB stands for instesnse control of the body)split personality disorder. This bassically means that something or someone is controling my body and I can’t do anything about it. Over time, I learned to manage my split personalities it was very very difficult because to deal with SPD(Split personality disorder) you need time and you need to discover what is triggering the SPD. I started seeing a therapist who specializes in dissociative disorders, and she helped me understand what was happening to me. She taught me coping mechanisms and techniques to bring myself back to reality when I felt like I was losing control. 

One day, while I was browsing the internet, I came across a forum for people with split personalities. I decided to join and share my story. Others were surprised to hear my story and it spreaded like wild fire others were also saying they had the same SPD and I wasn't alone anymore, and that made all the difference. Eventually it was on the news and I also shared my story. People and shows invited me to talk about my life and how this happened. I was put on a big talk show called gazed. Gazed was about mostly looking and hearing the would gaze and people and hear there back storys and origin. As I spoke and shared my story others were fascinated.
As I look back on that fateful Saturday evening, I realize that it was a turning point in my life. It was the moment when everything changed, and I had to learn to adapt to my new reality. I still have my moments, but I'm no longer afraid of them. I've learned to embrace my split personalities and use them to my advantage. They are a part of who I am, and I wouldn't change that for anything.
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