I wrote this poem in August of 2022.
Insecurities and anxiety from my immigrant childhood
Come out to play and my adult self wants to run away
I thought I was healed from this
I hate these triggers—but I still confront them even if I don’t want to
I cry and write about them, reprocess something not quite healed
Am I on the way to my recovery from BPD?
Life on the BPD 
This is a candid view of how it really is. Cool quote image, too because that is a hard moment for many people. When I realized that its my job to keep myself in line and that I could do more toward that… that was such a pivotal moment. I see that you wrote this poem a year ago and that’s insightful, especially in the mention of triggers and acknowledging where you were in your healing journey during that time.
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Thank you. Yes, I decided last year I was going to post poetry from last year as a way to keep telling my story. I was going to tell my story from
2018 to 2021, but it felt too vulnerable for me because those years were the worst for my BPD.
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Totally understandable.
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