I wrote this poem in February of 2022.
When darkness comes in and my sadness sets in
it covers me and I can’t see the point of it all
And then I hear a knock and it’s my son
And I remember, today he’s my life’s purpose
I need to get up and face another dreadful day
My child needs food and shelter
I can’t let my depression win
I’m a mother first
My darkness will have to be martyred
Remembering over and over again
on days like today my child’s presence
makes my bad days worth living
Life on the BPD 
Hang in there. There’s a quote I like from a movie: everything will be alright in the end; if it’s not alright then it’s not yet the end… or words to that effect… but I find the idea hopeful ☺️
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Thank you. I really needed to hear that today. 🙏
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My pleasure…
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Having a purpose and reason is what gets us through. It’s got me this far…keep going, you’re worth it.
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Thank you. ❤️
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Very lovely!
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