Too many parts (DID)

It’s like a civil war inside me, a minefield of fragments, shrapnel everywhere. I am in so much pain just trying to go to work my part time job, make it day by day. Remembering more and more horrifying things, and I know now that they are memories, not hallucinations or delusions; even if they are fabricated by those who tortured me, exaggerated to a degree, sadistic torture was performed on me to make me this way and I am stuck in the deep pit of these demons convincing me that I will be forever fucked up—guilt and pain even to persist after death.