I canβt wait around for you to choose me Iβm losing sleeping with dread and anxiety imagining you loving her I think this needs to end soon before I lose it Iβm not made to be the βotherβwoman Iβm not meant to be a third party in anyoneβs love story
When I look at you- I see a promise of love in the purest form No ulterior motives No second guessing Youβre sure of me You love me Iβm not used to this This-which is easy This-which is true This-which is happiness This -which is a gift of intimacy Wrapped up in your embrace
Existing was this never ending sorrow Existing was a βwhat the point of it allβ status Existing was a horrible and exhausting nightmare I couldnβt want to wake up from But now.. Existing is welcoming the excitement of the morning sun Existing is looking forward to my next chapter Existing is a hopeful and lovely dream Iβm currently living in
I fantasize about death after my boyfriendβs rejection Iβm so out of touch with reality, a car stops inches away from me the driver honks at me and cusses me out I am 15
I want to throw myself of the bridge on the way to confirm Iβm my parentβs worst failure but a kick inside me saves me I am 17
I want my baby to stop crying, my head is starting to spin with psychosis and I hold him a little too tight until my husband takes him from away me I am 30
Iβm crying while spewing nonsense while my lover looks at me in horror and disgust I know itβs over I am 40
I fucked many recklessly without a purpose some part of me was looking for love it was a temporary cure when I wanted to avoid emptiness it was a temporary cure for my painful loneliness so I used the the magic of my body to feel like somebody, like I was worthy But one day I got tired of how it wasnβt enough and found my worth and self love I mean, sure it was fun but Iβm done, done and done I forgive the person I once was who mistook lust for love I didnβt know any better and settled for prince charmings when I really needed a king to match my love energy A king who accepts all of me and not just her body A king who wants to evolve and grow with me
me estoy hundiendo en tu magia es porque eres algo prohibido para mi es porque eres malo para mi Siempre me enamoro de lo que serΓ‘ mi perdiciΓ³n y mi autodestrucciΓ³n
I forgive myself at 15 for crying over an idiot who was never worth my time and energy but he did spark my poetic voice
I forgive myself at 20 for writing more than 50 poems about a 6 week relationship in 2001 but it did make for some hilarious blog content in 2021
I forgive myself at 25 for not fighting harder for my dreams and for swallowing my anger and angst for the comfort of others but that year I became a playwright
I forgive myself at 30 for drowning the writer in me as I lost myself in my roles as wife and mother but that year I launched my blog
I forgive myself at 35 for swallowing a bottle of xanax because I felt like a failure as wife, mother, and worker but the dark poetry from that time is some of my best
I forgive myself at 40 for wanting to die for two weeks in July after being discarded by the βsupposedβ love of my life but that summer I found the confidence to call myself a writer
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
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
verte de nuevo enfrente de mi querΓa hacer una escena y gritarte todas tus verdades hacerte sentir mi dolor pero mi sentido comΓΊn me interrumpiΓ³ Cualquier cosa que hiciera o dirΓa en ese momento de ira no importarΓa no cambiaria lo que pasΓ³ o el daΓ±o que me hiciste serΓa mejor alejarme de ti y no darte una onza mas de mi energΓa
the beginning, the middle, and the end of this year-be brave and get the bangs
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:
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.
stop that shit
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:
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:
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:
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
this was me earlier this when I read this poem at open mic
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