I wrote this poem in December of 2022.
In my car-I scream, sing, write, and cry
I dissociate to my radio-blasting out Conan Gray
I can be as crazy I as want to be-
without the fear of being judged or talked about
the seat is molded to my petite frame
perfect for meditation
or for allowing myself to fall into my insanity
makes videos about how beautiful life is-
or how I no longer want to participate in it
my car used to feed into my deepest fears
and insecurities
but now I worship it
if it wasn’t for this sacred space away
from my office and home
I don’t know how I would cope
when the intensity of my thoughts
knock on my mind’s door
Life on the BPD 
This resonates so much (and I see that you originally wrote this a year ago) but that fine line for symptoms for many … it’s… such a fine line but then each side can be extreme. Balance? Yes on most days, but this poem just helped me feel … more accepting of how I feel from time to time!
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Thank you. I wrote this a year ago but still feel this way on some days ( especially when my pmdd hits). I think that being this honest about my feelings and symptoms has been so instrumental in my recovery.
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I can relate to that also. It’s like… being so open and vulnerable can be healing and freeing – and it can educate others. I’m glad I scrolled upon your work today. 😊
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