Hello! My name is Dana Landrum-Arnold. I have been a victim, survivor, and warrior of many forms of abuse. I began writing as a therapeutic necessity. And I also learned how to survive through the use of humor. I’m a lesbian mom of two boys and three cats. And I’m simply trying to get through this puzzling life one piece at a time.

My Latest Posts

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  My Cat Tried to Call the Therapy Coach and Now We’re in a Full‑Blown Feline InterventionMarch 7, 2026
  When Piper announced she “might have DID” and started paw-dialing my therapy coach like she had insurance and a co-pay, Tinkerbell and Coco called an emergency feline intervention faster than a Mississippi church committee spotting scandal. I live with actual, trauma-born Dissociative Identity Disorder, sacred, complex, hard-earned healing work. Piper simply forgot why she walked into the room and decided it was a clinical event. According to her, being sweet, spicy, and occasionally feral counts as “multiple personalities.” According to Coco, it counts as “Too Much Drama Disorder.” Between Tinkerbell chairing the meeting. Coco delivering side-eye verdicts. And Piper insisting she’s buffering instead of daydreaming. I realized something. My internal system may be layered and therapeutic. But the cats handle drama like they’re auditioning for Real Housewives of the Litter Box. Somebody had to take the phone away from Piper before she schedules herself an evaluation.
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  DID Awareness Month: Many Voices, One Whole SelfMarch 6, 2026
  DID Awareness Month feels like hosting a full-time internal committee meeting while three unlicensed feline consultants supervise from the couch. Living with Dissociative Identity Disorder isn’t a Hollywood plot twist or a horror movie stereotype. It’s a trauma-born survival strategy, a brilliant system that protected a child who deserved safety. Some days it looks like switching and grounding; other days it looks like teamwork, hydration reminders from inside voices, and healing in layers. My system isn’t broken. It’s resilient, creative, and the reason I’m still here. And while the cats insist they’re on the board of directors, the truth is this: many voices, one whole self, choosing growth, compassion, and a little humor along the way.

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