*TRIGGER WARNING* While I will not go into the grim details, domestic violence is the topic of this post. Reader discretion is advised. . . . . . . . Thirteen years ago, I was in a physically and sexually abusive relationship. It was with a man twelve years older than myself, and it … Continue reading BPD Growing Up Part 4: I Survived
Category: Growing Up
Chaos and Shivers
I always think of the best way to word things right before I fall asleep at night, and then I forget. A couple of days ago, I was forced to face something I've been running from for over a decade; a near deadly mistake I made when I was nineteen that keeps haunting me. I'll … Continue reading Chaos and Shivers
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BPD Growing Up Part 3: The Source
This post is going to be about my mother, so if that's a trigger for you, there's your warning. My mother was born to a woman too young to have kids at the time, so she was put up for adoption and ended up with someone on her father's side of the family. They raised … Continue reading BPD Growing Up Part 3: The Source
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Through the Screen
I've always had this almost irritating ability to feel what others around me are feeling. Sometimes, I'll admit, it's all in my head. Like when I think my husband is mad at me when in reality he just had a bad day at work and doesn't want to talk. This honestly started at some point … Continue reading Through the Screen
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It Burns
Sometimes stuff happens that hits close to home, whether it's in your heart, or literally close to where you live. Last night, a friend of mine texted me about a fire where she lives, which happens to be where I grew up for the first thirteen years of my life. It wasn't just a small … Continue reading It Burns
