Hannah had been spending time with me -- she got me a new camera specifically for taking videos, and we were dressing up and eating ice cream and cuddling, all kinds of amazing things. Then she left, out of the blue, and I didn't know what to think. She called me up, crying, and said she didn't know why she did that but she couldn't stop herself. I suddenly had a flash of insight where I saw different aspects of Hannah -- she had disassociated into about 12 identities, four strong and the rest smaller aspects of the four strong ones. I knew some of their names, and I knew who did what. I told her about this, that she was literally unable to do anything because one of the stronger identities had taken over. She wasn't fully separated, like multiple personality disorder, but was aware and watching as the other personality took over. She was encouraged to hear this, and I remembered my own journey to integration and told her about it, and went through my books and found passages and read them to her. My mom was in the background, in the same room as me, and she told me "tell her about the grieving" at which I laughed and said, "we both know grieving!" but told her anyway. I had another vision of Hannah beside a sink, leaning on it, and looking up at me with bloodshot eyes. She asked if it would get better and I said yes, yes it will definitely get better.