I wrote this poem in August of 2022.
At 5 am, I woke up and wrote a 4 page poem
about how I wasn’t enough and proceeded to crash my car
and my therapist asked if I wanted to die-
And I was like “nah, I just couldn’t reign my impulsivity in”
at least this time I got control of the car and didn’t fuck
anyone else up
Life on the BPD 
Ah, Murphy is alive and well, it seems…; -)
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See, and there you have it. Growth. Acknowledged growth. You’re doing a great job and thank you for the things you share you help other people who experience similar moments.. people like me.. feel safe to share these types of real ass moments.
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Thank you so much. Today, I really needed to hear that. It’s hard sometimes to keep to be so candid about my life but my intuition keeps telling me I’m doing the right thing.
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I understand, I really do. 🙏🏽
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