Aqui esta la version en Espanol:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2022/01/06/cada-dia/
My heart sings when youβre near me,
people tell me its infatuation
that I fall too fast for the wrong men
but theyβre wrong, so wrong
What I feel is love
Aqui esta la version en Espanol:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2022/01/06/cada-dia/
My heart sings when youβre near me,
people tell me its infatuation
that I fall too fast for the wrong men
but theyβre wrong, so wrong
What I feel is love
Here is the English version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/26/poetry-why-dont-you/
porque no te armas de valor y le dices la verdad
en vez de correr de tus sentimientos con infidelidad y borracheras
estas haciendo dano a ti y a ella
pronto tu conciencia te devorara
no te estoy juzgando, estoy preocupado por ti
la gente estΓ‘ empezando con sus chismes
hasta piensan que soy la causa de ti infidelidad
y mientras me rΓo de sus chismes
nuestra colega me contΓ³ la verdad
que ella es cΓ³mplice en tu infidelidad
y la mirada en su cara me dijo todo
ella estΓ‘ desesperadamente enamorada
esto es un juego de amor peligroso que estΓ‘s jugando
donde tres personas se van a quemar
Aqui esta la version en Espanol:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/17/poesia-inquieta/
I am restless and unsettled
realizing you never loved me
I was just another girl to you
nothing special, nothing meaningful
just someone temporary to pass the time with
Iβm growing tired of this repetitive story
Another love that expires when I ask
for something more
Another story that starts off with so much promise
only to end up as another tragedy
I wrote this in January of 2022.

Iβm done apologizing for being too much or not enough
Iβve always been enough
Iβm done apologizing for being crazy
Iβm Godβs creation of a perfect imperfection
Iβm done apologizing for being too bland or too spicy
Iβm a perfect blend of whatever I want to be
Iβm done apologizing for being me!
I wrote this in January of 2022.

Writing is my lifeline
with it, Iβm almost fine
without it Iβm almost lost
and my mind pays the cost
Writing is my lifeline
Especially since Iβm borderline
Itβs brings my truth to the forefront
Itβs almost my antidepressant
Writing is my lifeline
Itβs part of my lifeβs design
I accept it as my passion
and also my ammunition
I wrote this in January of 2022. I was angry.

Fighting for my cause
I question everything I learned
I take time to pause
my childhood lies burn
and make feel lost
Fighting for my family
I get so fucking angry
Why are people so shitty?
insulting my ancestry-
projecting their insecurities onto me-
Wait, are they jealous of me?
Fighting for my life
I pause of a while
thinking about all of my strife
and the past I need to reconcile
to move forward with my life
but this fight is worthwhile
I wrote this in January of 2022.

Iβm at another one of lifeβs crossroads
trying not to make a turn for the worst
donβt stop but donβt go too fast
I want my momentum to last
I slow down and observe
and carefully ride lifeβs curves
and this time I really listen
and reach out to close friends
Iβm not okay but I will be okay
soon Iβll find my way
Iβm still grasping for a stable sense of self
and learning how to love and accept myself
I wrote this in January of 2022.

my real diagnosis should be βfailure at loveβ
childhood trauma gave me abandonment issues
teenage trauma cemented it and added identity issues
combined with chronic emptiness
I couldnβt stand the constant void within
so I chased love trying to fill it
constantly sought out validation from men
to stop feeling ugly and alone
Iβve used them and theyβve used me
as band aids for our mutual loneliness
and when I start to feel sure of their love
it suddenly disappears
and all of my issues came back with force
with suicidal ideation entwined
And still I dusted myself off
and tried my luck with love over and over again
thinking each time it will be different
except it never is
they always tire of me and decide to leave
and once again my insanity hits and I break
Intrusive thoughts spiral in my head in an endless loop
ββiβm a failure to love,iβm a failure at love,
iβm a failure with love,iβm never enough,
iβm worthless, death must be better than thisβ
this was my tragic love story for 26 years
but on year 26, I said βfuck this tragic love storyβ
and I got the courage to change it
Iβm not a failure to love, Iβm not a failure at love
or Iβm not a failure with love
Iβm enough by myself, I can be alone by myself
and I turn into a success story of love
Here is the English version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2022/01/01/poetry-january-12002/
otro aΓ±o nuevo lleno con potencial y fe
otro aΓ±o nuevo lleno posibilidades desconocidas
que me esperara este aΓ±o?
una pareja nueva, un trabajo nuevo o mΓ‘s tragedias?
ojala que este aΓ±o estΓ© lleno con mΓ‘s felicidad que tristeza
y no es otro aΓ±o desperdiciado en frustraciones estancados
no mΓ‘s con el paso del tiempo
sabre si este aΓ±o serΓ‘ el aΓ±o donde por fin
tendrΓ© el contentamiento que siempre busque
I wrote this in January of 2022.

You must sit in silence
to breathe, to feel, to understand, to listen
everything else is just a distraction
from really feeling
Silence reminds us of the humanity
that lies within us and how
we’ll never have all of the answers
Silence reminds us that
our heart still beats
and we are Splendid creations of God
Silence reminds us that
the beauty is in enjoying
this present moment
while learning from the past
and looking forward to the future
Here is the English Version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2021/12/18/poetry-without-a-goodbye/
cada cuarto estΓ‘ lleno con la nostalgia de ti
la sala donde miramos pelΓculas de AlmodΓ³var
la cocina donde me hacΓas el cafe
pensΓ© que siempre estarΓas aquΓ
peleando conmigo, criando nuestro hijos
nunca pensΓ© que el universo tendrΓa otros planes
y que el cielo necesitarΓa otro Γ‘ngel
I wrote this in January of 2022.

My emotions cloud and distort my reality
anger brings out passive aggressive social media post
sadness tells me Iβm worthless
joy makes everything seem magical
numbness makes me want to end it all
hyper-sexuality makes me want to fuck almost everyone
My emotions cloud and distort my reality
I get paranoid, mad, sad, happy, and horny all in one day
My escapes used to be fucking and drinking
But I got older and wiser
And now I run and I write
My emotions cloud and distort my reality
And I learned to regulate and control them
I observe, I listen without judgment
and I honor my emotions
My emotions cloud and distort my reality
but now only for a short time
And Iβm in control again
Iβm no longer a mess of destruction and chaos
This was my response to prompt #26 : How has your life changed in the past year

2022 blessed me with more joy and growth than I could have dreamed of
I changed my narrative from a woman full of anger and resentment
to a woman full of contentment and an appreciation for everything
Unexpected and pleasant surprises filled up my year
swimming for the first time to Taylor Swift
music concerts that brought on catharsis
a spontaneous trip to my homeland where I found a stable sense of identity
and my accidental bangs in that beauty salon in Lima
I also learned to place my solitude as a priority for my recovery journey
It was the year when I stopped chasing love and unabashedly started
chasing my dreams, conquering my fears, and learning to love
the woman in the mirror
Itβs been one of the best fucking years of my life
when I finally learned the meaning of gratitude and healthy love

As 2022 ends, I feel a sense of gratitude and peace in my heart for how many blessings Iβve had this year. Iβm closing this year off with immense serenity in my life. Thatβs saying a lot for me who used to live in chaos and for adrenaline rushes. Iβm not saying Iβm βhealedβ or βcuredβ of my BPD but I will say that Iβm so much better at managing my emotions. This year has been about recovery from my BPD symptoms that often left me in a constant influx of emotional chaos. While I still feel my emotions intensely, they donβt control me like they used to. Iβm a much happier and content person at the end of this year than I was starting off the year. In fact, this has been one of the best years of my life. I wanted to give you some insight into what helped me:
1.Routine and Consistency pays off-
In the latter half of 2021, I started to pay really close attention to how I was spending my time and learned what was working for me and what wasnβt. When Iβm not working, I incorporate a routine of wellness and creativity that helps me feel balanced in my otherwise super busy life with 2 jobs and 3 kids. I make time for exercise 1 to 2 times a week and write daily. Iβve learned that this combination has helped me so much in bettering my mental health. The endorphins from walking/running always makes me feel better especially after a rough day. Writing every day has been instrumental in helping me manage my emotions. I journal every day and try to write poetry daily even when Iβm not super inspired. Do I like everything I write? No, but I donβt filter out anything Iβm thinking no matter how crazy or dumb it seems like at the time. If itβs a poem, I tell myself, well I can always revise and edit later. This first draft is almost always going to be rough.
Hereβs a poem I wrote about it:
December Poetry Challenge: A Boring Life
2. Find your own Happy Place or Happy Places
This year Iβve felt a sense of overall contentment in my life because Iβve learned how to be happy. Happiness is a hard emotion for me because Iβve been depressed and anxious for the majority of my adult life. However, one of the things I learned this year is to build happiness, and sometimes that looks crazy. Music, writing, nature, exercising, and food are a few of the things out of many that bring me joy. This year, I even made a playlist called βHappy Musicβ with Yung Gravy and Jack Harlow songs that hype me up. Here is that playlist:
3.Take back the Power from the things that have made you feel powerless
I used to live in a world of insecurity and fear about a lot of things. I allowed my fear of failure to keep me from living a full life. Last year, I decided to stop doing this and just started living unapologetically and authentically. I stopped caring about how Iβm perceived to others for the most part. One example is that I was always too afraid to call myself a writer/poet because 1) I wasnβt published 2) I didnβt feel like I was intelligent or eloquent enough in my writing to do so. In fact, when I was posting poetry in 2016/2017 I used to call my writing mediocre and I now think that was a disservice to myself. It was me devaluing myself and my art. This year, Iβve learned not to judge what Iβve written or decide to post. It might resonate with someone or it might not resonate with anyone.What matters to me is that Iβm being brave enough to share it with the world.

4.Whatever you do, donβt suppress your feelings.
This one is one of the healthiest things you can do for yourself. For years on end I had been conditioned that anger and sadness were these negative emotions that I should try my best not to feel and express. Even when I allowed myself to feel them, I still spiral into a loop of shame and guilt about it. I went through a process this year of learning to let go of that shame and guilt and fully feel those emotions, express them (sometimes through exercise or writing), and organically letting go of them. Iβll admit, sometimes I do get hateful when Iβm like this and a hateful poem happens but I tell myself, this is me in this moment and doesnβt define who I am. Itβs like an emotional burp or first thought that needed to be expressed. Yes, sometimes I call my poems emotional burps or first thoughts. Doing this has helped me find more contentment, satisfaction, and gratitude in my life in general.
Here is an example of one of those βemotional burpsβ:
December Poetry Challenge: Everything Annoys the Fuck Out of Me
5.Be Protective of Your Energy
I cannot stress this enough. The only way I was able to really thrive this year is to understand I could not extend my emotional bandwidth. One thing that kind of drained me was men,relationships and sex so in May when βCβ stopped responding to me, I decided to delete his contact info, archived our photos and pretty much ended that relationship on my own terms. I was honestly really proud of myself because I took it in stride and accepted it because well me and him had a good run. I also told any other men I was kind of entertaining that I wasnβt available for anything aside from a platonic friendship. With that, I decided to give myself a year of celibacy from that part of my life. It was rough starting out because aside from a couple of months here and there, I donβt remember a time in my life when I havenβt been romantically involved with someone. 7 Months later, Iβm much better. Iβll admit that celibacy does suck at times but itβs been completely worth it. Itβs the break I needed to really discover who I am without the validation from relationships and men Iβve been dependent on since the age I was teenager. I plan to date sometime in May after my divorce is final provided I feel like I have the energy. Right now, my energy is really happy and thriving and Iβm continuing to build on this.Here is a poem I wrote about missing my white jacket after me and βCβ ended:
Poem of the Day: White Jacket
6.Acknowledge and take accountability for your part in your misery
Iβve been doing this on and off for the past 5 years but if I had to be honest with myself, Iβve also blamed others unfairly for my misery. Itβs not that I donβt acknowledge that the actions of other people have caused me pain or that I condone that pain but at the end of the day I canβt control them. I can only control myself. This means I choose what situations I put myself in, who I allow into my life, what energy I let in, etc,etc. I used to think that life happened to me and I didnβt have much power over it. Thanks to a deep level of self awareness and introspection, Iβm hyper aware of much control and power I have over my life and damn, it’s way more than I expected. It took me a while to get here and it sucked because now I canβt blame my parents, my exes, or that idiot who put a triggering status post on facebook about politics- itβs really me and how I react to it/them. As difficult as it has been to acknowledge this, it has also helped me feel this sense of peace in a lot of ways. I sleep way better at night understanding this concept. I also understand that there are things I wonβt have control over but I always have a choice as to how I react to it. Here is a poem I wrote about it:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/?p=5237
2022 was one of the calmest and best years of my life. This year was my year to rest and recharge because I know 2023 will be chaotic with all the changes Iβm making in my life. These changes will be uncomfortable but like someone once told me, βyou have to go out of your comfort zone in order to growβ. I hope that whatever happens; I continue to grow and learn from the experience. Iβve healed and transformed into the healthiest version of myself but still understand that Iβm a work in progress. I look forward to continuing this journey of self discovery and am excited about whatβs to come.
This is my response to prompt #9 : The best way to spend a cold evening

A warm fire heats us up as we lie naked
underneath lots of blankets
we laugh and joke about our βcomedy of errorsβ
that had to take place in order to get here
Vulnerable in intimacy in each otherβs arms
unmasked from all of the preconceptions
of who we thought we needed to be to love each other
loving each other in our worst moments
while finding joy and euphoria
in our best moments like this one