Maybe I need a new love story-even if it’s temporary so I can find relief and some peace from this loneliness That’s making me into an insane mess Maybe losing myself in someone else Will stop making me feel less- or perhaps what’s really happening It’s me allowing my depression talk me into finding a solution- for my neverending frustration with healing and growth and always having to look within for what I need But perhaps if I had somebody maybe for once, I could just be
trato y trato aceptar esta última tragedia entender que fue algo necesario para mi crecimiento y progreso entender que será algo que el futuro no tendrá tanta importancia pero por ahora soy una bola de odio y furia lista para gritar todo sobre la traición que he sufrido
I wrote this poem in October of 2022 with the help of Quora.
honestly though…
what do most people not understand about borderline personality disorder? what are borderline psychopaths? can you trust someone with borderline personality disorder? can someone who has bpd have empathy and feel bad for what they have done? does a borderline individual ever had a hard time getting over someone or can they easily forget? what is borderline personality rage? what hurts a person with BPD? why is borderline personality so contradictory? do people with BPD act normal to everyone except the person they’re splitting on? are people with BPD childlike ? can unconditional love treat borderline disorder? does a person with bpd make their partners go crazy? how do borderlines show they love you? do borderlines ever find happiness, hope or a genuine connection? what does a bpd episode look like? should someone with BPD ever disclose that to a potential mate? when do relationships with PwBpd start to fall apart? are borderline psychotic? can borderline disorder be cured?
hay veces que el universo o Dios no tienen razones por las cosas malas que nos pasan en la vida hay veces que es necesario de desahogarse en un ataque de ira o furia cuando una tragedia pasa no nos hace malos o inmaduros, no hace humanos
a tsunami of trauma washes over me and I regress to being 16- as I walk on the beach where I first fell in love as I stand on the bridge where I lost my shit and almost jumped off- regret and guilt sit at the bottom of my stomach and I want to vomit Instead, I pause and count to ten and breathe and I’m transported back to my present I’m safe again in my body- as I come to accept and love the immature and impulsive girl I once was who carelessly gave herself to others who never thought about the consequences and took risks she wasn’t the atrocity I made her out to be- she was just in a rush to live her life
llegó al sitio de mi juventud y recorro en mi mente todo lo sucedido dÃas de mi felicidad, dÃas de mi amargura y todo me aloca al llenarme sentimientos encontrados que se habÃan perdido en la esquina oscura de mi mente pero poco a poco regreso a mi presente y se que ya no soy la niña ingenua e engreÃda de ayer ahora soy una mujer hecha y derecha lista para enfrentar mi pasado lleno de heridas emocionales que todavia sangran lista para sanar todo lo que ignore alguna vez es una necesidad para seguir adelante con mi vida sin que los fantasmas de mi pasado mi sigan persiguiendo y haciendo un desmadre de mi presente y futuro
me in September of 2022,,,the transformation is complete
The transformation is complete from caterpillar and butterfly It was full of painful epiphanies that brought an epic catharsis It was life changing and transcendental Facing my fears, driving out the toxicity within Acknowledging brutal truths, letting go of regrets and embracing my divine duality I’ve finally become the butterfly I was always meant to be who flies and lands on her own terms
One day the memory of you will fade away and my heart will be grateful for that- because I can’t move on to a new love story until I stop dreaming of you until I stop writing about you It wouldn’t be fair to me or to him to attempt to write a new love story when remnants of the old one still show up in my poetry