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
Category: Growing Up
BPD Growing Up Part 2: I Loved Him
I wasn't the type to date around in high school. I always got too attached & break ups were very emotionally scarring, which now I realize was the BPD I didn't know I had. This one particular boy, who I will call H, came basically out of nowhere. H and I had known each other … Continue reading BPD Growing Up Part 2: I Loved Him
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BPD Growing Up Part 1: She Was Mine
Certain parts of my childhood make more sense to me now that I know I'm a borderline. I thought I would start a little series about those "pre diagnosis" experiences to possibly help others who are diagnosed or suspect they are a borderline. When I was ten, we had some little birthday shindig for me … Continue reading BPD Growing Up Part 1: She Was Mine
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Money
Growing up, I probably knew more about our finances than I needed to. My mom was always having to borrow money from friends, and then never paid them back on time, if at all. She vented out loud, usually when we were driving somewhere, and I remember tensing up because I knew what was coming. … Continue reading Money
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First Best Friend
I forgot to journal last night. My therapist told me that's fine if I forget, just as long as I'm making an attempt to jot down what triggers me and how I feel when I'm set off. I personally have a love hate relationship with journals and diaries. When I was 13, a journal entry … Continue reading First Best Friend
BPD: A Journey 