I reformatted the text to reflect your intentions.

It's not for me to say how you should revise this. It has been written as you needed it to be written, to have used writing as a way of knowing to know something in a new form. You should revise in order to keep the growth of your awareness alive, unstopping.

The Multiplicity of Personality “The world existed, and my pain, my desire, my love and my uncertainty existed, and then, there was something else.” –Eben Moglen. The world existed, indeed, and other humans existed in it. And these humans created systems that benefitted their wants and needs, sometimes at the expenses of others’. And some millions of years later, I came into existence, and the totality of who I am was tested. My love existed, people’s trauma existed, and it was projected onto me and it became mine. And now my pain exists, my love and my light exist, and though my trauma exists, my resilience exists. My optimism still exists and my determination, above all, exists. My trauma is expected, yet unpredictable. My constant persecution and the inevitable consequence of trauma is allocated to me as my fill. According to America, I should need nothing else but my trauma. I should long for and revel in nothing short of my trauma. To this country, my trauma negates my joy. It negates my peace. It negates my potential. It obscures my humanity and labels me “one-sided”. To the majority, I have no depth or purpose beyond my trauma. I have one personality, and it is the one persecuted, oppressed, subjugated, traumatized, and broken. America tells my seemingly one-sidedness to accept its fate. To accept my second-class position. But my trauma opens a new world for me, one of endless possibilities. One where I exist here, and now, and I am happy. One where I exist here, and now, and I am powerful. One where I exist here, and now, and I am free. I would not know my resilience, my strength, my humility, and my perseverance if it weren’t for the trauma I am gifted. If it weren’t for the trauma that once crushed me, I would not be free. The gifts of trauma, cognitive dissonance, and dissociation avail to us a break from reality and a reconception of what is. The killings of my people may have shocked me, hurt me, depressed me, crushed me, isolated me, and abused me—but it jolted a power within me that refuses to submit. It cleared an opening for a reimagined America, and in that opening lies my path, my purpose, my sense of empowerment, and most importantly my opportunity to advocate for the recognition and respect that my people have been denied for centuries. It is only by my affliction of trauma that I have been gifted the pain, dissonance, and dissociation that created my multiplicity of personality—the one thing that can make me an experienced and authentic advocate for my people.