What to read after Letters to Carol?

In Elementary School, during the late 60's classmates called me "The Blob." At home, I was ridiculed daily by my mother, who imitated my looks to my siblings. The cruel guardian disassociated me from my real name. With the early loss of my beloved grandmother, I had no protection. Then, my brother's abuse hurt me primarily on multiple levels. One day, inside my bedroom closet I developed dissociative identity disorder, or Multiple Personality Disorder. I began hugging myself, promising to develop protective mechanisms to help me deal with daily trauma. It also helped me tolerate cruel, insulting behaviors by believing I could rely on my alternate universe to help me soothe my inner pain. When I recognized how much better I felt, I could appropriate tolerance by relegating all my abuses to another part of my mind. Later on, following a terrifying bout with homelessness, my last personality emerged to tell my story, proving forgiveness was the component that would ultimately rest my trauma. I am most honored to present to you Letters to Carol.