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narcissist

but he is my favorite narcissist
Daily writing prompt
What is a word you feel that too many people use?
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no, Susan or Ken, your ex wasn’t a narcissist, they just got tired of your bullshit. honestly, though, we need to stop arm chair diagnosing people with this word. it’s turning into a “catch all term” to make us feel better about ourselves when a relationship ends or we have a fallout with someone. I’ve been accused of it and I’ve accused others of it and it just made things worse. So, yeah, let’s stop using the word “narcissist” unless we are a legit mental health professional or we know for sure that person has been diagnosed as a narcissist.

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Poesia: Callejón Sin Salida

Here’s the English version of this poem:

Poetry: Dead End

me encuentro en un callejón sin salida atada a una vida desgraciada
del cual no consigo huir
decepcion, desilusion y responsabilidades desde una temprana edad
cimentaron mi destino a nunca tener una vida normal con estabilidad
¿Será demasiado tarde para que yo viva algo más que esta vida llena de miseria?

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tranquility

Daily writing prompt
What brings you peace?
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when the world gets to be too much
I block, I delete, I ignore
I don’t want to waste my precious energy and time
on anything that drains me, that robs me of my peace
I’ve fought too hard to get to a place of serenity
and I can’t allow anyone or anything
to ruin my newfound reality of tranquility

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Poetry: Recovery

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?

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Poesia: Amigo Mio

Here’s the English Version of this poem:

Poetry: Company

Querido amigo, ¿por qué quieres que pase la noche contigo?
¿Será porque quieres usar mi cuerpo para que cubra tu soledad?
¿Será porque estás triste por el rechazo de aquella?
lo siento, pero me tengo que ir
no me prestaré para ser uno de tus antojos temporáneos
porque tu no sabes como enfrentar tus sentimientos

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poesia: Queridisimo Brad

here is the English version of this poem:

Poetry: Dear Brad

Queridisimo Brad-
lo siento por no dejar que me lleves a tu cama
y que me uses como te dé la gana
es que aprendi mi leccion
y ahora entendió que soy un tesoro
que no puede gastar su energía
en alguien que no mas me quiere
por un ratito y despues se va

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Poetry: Con

I wrote this poem in August of 2022.

mad Peruvian woman in August

the facade of equality is cloaked in good intentions and lovely words-
and while laws have been passed to prevent discrimination
and to try to level the game of success,
it’s all a sham, it’s all a con
we still live in a world where the color of your skin and social status
and gender determine your prosperity