without a care in the world-we danced in the rain enjoying the last vestiges of childhood feeling the wet ground against our feet stomping and laughing and enjoying the miracle of this moment as it rained in paradise
stuck between two divas-I was never meant to stand out my older sister shouted cries of continued injustice my younger sister just cried over any little thing my parents tried their best to give us individual attention but sometimes I got left behind between the shuffle of my sistersβ hysterics and while I hold no ill will towards my sisters or my parents I wonder what my life would have been life if I had been the first or last born
bad bitches go to therapy-me about to go see my therapist in July of this year
The big question is βDo I still have BPD?β well I had another assessment done in late spring and I still wear the scarlet letters of mental illness, BPD. I was infuriated because I have worked my ass off in therapy, doing all of the healthy things, abstaining from sex and relationships, and reading everything I can to get better and I still have the diagnosis. My therapist did say my symptoms were a lot milder than when I first came in. She also said that it could take several years before I can say Iβm βrecoveredβ. She has also recently discharged me from therapy because Iβm doing so well and at this point I might be using therapy as a crutch. Ouch. It sounds harsh but honestly, sheβs right. Going back to therapy this time around, I went back to get better at regulating my emotions. It sounds strange because while I have done a lot of work and adhere to a strict routine, I still have trouble at times when life gets chaotic or there are big changes. I know too well the consequences of what happens if I donβt get help. So whether thatβs medication changes, a refresher on DBT skills. reading books about mental health or even taking time off; I will do whatever it takes to get back to a normal baseline for me so I can continue to heal and thrive.
a few of the mental health book I’ve read to help me understand my diagnosis and trauma
Another big thing that happened in this second year was that I was able to identify my values and live in alignment with them. Honesty, integrity, community, family, compassion and grace are just a few I identify with this year. Before my diagnosis, I was trying to survive and find solace in these pockets of temporary adrenaline rushes and happiness. I not only caused chaos but also invited it into my life over and over again. It was a realization I had shortly after things ended with me and C last summer. I think that was when I decided I needed to understand what true solitude meant without the distraction of anything resembling lust or romance. It was one of the hardest challenges I had to face. And I wonβt lie, the loneliness was crushing at times and it drove me insane on some nights but I relied on my writing and my friends to get me through the worst of it and somehow made it to the other side. And on the other side, was my empowered and higher self. Am I all the way healed? No freaking way. But like I was telling one of my new friends when I was explaining my BPD diagnosis, βI was like Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of Spotless Mind but now Iβm much better. Iβm way healthier and much better at managing my emotionsβ.
my favorite self lives in alignment with her values
It was April of 1996 and I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 3 months after he had grown distant from me. I was in a world of despair and teenage angst and longed to no longer exist. I was feeling this rush of intense sadness as I was walking home from school. I looked at the cars on the street and thought about how easy it would be to end my sadness if I got run over by one. As I was alone in my thoughts, I stopped paying attention as I crossed the street and wasn’t aware that a car was coming. It stopped within inches of hitting me and the driver honked at me and yelled at me. I continued to walk in shock of what had just happened. I didn’t know then but I would be walking into many more BPD episodes like this one.
Fast forward to the summer of 2021 and I’m 40, the mother of 3 kids, work 2 jobs, and have a complicated love life. I decide to go back to therapy due to some recent trauma and driving anxiety. I do a 3 hour assessment and when the feedback comes back, it’s there on my concept map: I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I expected the driving phobia but the new diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder was definitely unexpected.
What is Borderline Personality Disorder?
According to Mayo Clinic, “Borderline Personality Disorder or BPD is amental health disorder that impacts the way you think and feel about yourself and others, causing problems functioning in everyday life. It includes self-image issues, difficulty managing emotions and behavior, and a pattern of unstable relationships.“
What are the signs and symptoms?
An intense fear of abandonment, even going to extreme measures to avoid real or imagined separation or rejection
A pattern of unstable intense relationships, such as idealizing someone one moment and then suddenly believing the person doesn’t care enough or is cruel
Rapid changes in self-identity and self-image that include shifting goals and values, and seeing yourself as bad or as if you don’t exist at all
Periods of stress-related paranoia and loss of contact with reality, lasting from a few minutes to a few hours
Impulsive and risky behavior, such as gambling, reckless driving, unsafe sex, spending sprees, binge eating or drug abuse, or sabotaging success by suddenly quitting a good job or ending a positive relationship
Suicidal threats or behavior or self-injury, often in response to fear of separation or rejection
Wide mood swings lasting from a few hours to a few days, which can include intense happiness, irritability, shame or anxiety
Ongoing feelings of emptiness
Inappropriate, intense anger, such as frequently losing your temper, being sarcastic or bitter, or having physical fights
Causes for Borderline Personality Disorder:
Genetics.Β Some studies of twins and families suggest that personality disorders may be inherited or strongly associated with other mental health disorders among family members.
Brain abnormalities.Β Some research has shown changes in certain areas of the brain involved in emotion regulation, impulsivity and aggression. In addition, certain brain chemicals that help regulate mood, such as serotonin, may not function properly.
Risk Factors include:
Hereditary predisposition.Β You may be at a higher risk if a close relative β your mother, father, brother or sister β has the same or a similar disorder.
Stressful childhood.Β Many people with the disorder report being sexually or physically abused or neglected during childhood. Some people have lost or were separated from a parent or close caregiver when they were young or had parents or caregivers with substance misuse or other mental health issues. Others have been exposed to hostile conflict and unstable family relationships.
Learning about this disorder has been overwhelming and also life changing. Some of my friends didn’t think it was possible for me to have BPD because I’m too nice. I was also kind of in denial at first until I did the research and thought damn, my life finally makes sense to me. I’ve been coping with intense emotions since I could remember and have a pattern of risky and impulsive behavior and sometimes self sabotaging my own success and romantic relationships. One minute my mood can shift from happy and joyful to full on anger and sadness if I am triggered by feelings of rejection, abandonment, being criticized or judged. I also have a tendency to villainize people if I feel threatened by them. Also, when I feel like my life is “too normal” or “too boring”, I seek out an adrenaline rush and create chaos.
Throughout the years, I’ve leaned some healthy coping mechanisms like journaling, writing poetry or blogging, exercising, mediocre dancing and singing. I’ve also had some unhealthy mechanism like drinking, binge shopping, binge eating, having sex for only validation purposes. I’d like to think that I’ve gotten better with time because I’ve become more self aware of myself and my need to survive not only for my myself but also for my kids.
I’m hopeful that with this new diagnosis of BPD and therapy, I’ve have way better coping mechanisms to become a better version of myself. I’m hopeful that going on this new journey, I’ll not only be surviving but I’ll be thriving. I also hope that I heal the girl in the picture above who was a teenager trying to find love for within the arms of a any dude because she didn’t know how to love herself.
I let go of control over what I canβt change and allow the source to do whatβs best for me because faith has always shone a light in me because Iβve never felt alone because of her she has the power to transform, she provides the hope for me to go on as I walk towards self worth, confidence and empowerment in my heroineβs journey
Iβd rather be berated and hated than ignored and treated with indifference call me a lunatic, call me a bitch call me the worst mistake of your life JUST CALL ME ANYTHING! Then Iβll know I won because Iβve imprinted on your memory
nothing ever happens to my exes after they leave- they donβt blink, they donβt flinch, they donβt need therapy and Iβm so incredibly jealous of that! Theyβre carefree and without any feelings- Absconding without blame or any responsibility While Iβm left in a spiral of shame and regret and many times losing my sanity How many more mental breakdowns will I have before accepting= love is always a dangerous game for me- no matter how casual and detached I try to be my nature will always be to give, give, give Until I lose parts of my identity Maybe this is how I keep attracting narcissists?
Sex is a work of art if you are in love- Two bodies entwined in a collaborative rhythm Two bodies matching energies that derive a great pleasure It presents a beautiful picture of ecstasy Anything else is just a mediocre sketch
fuistes la luz mΓ‘s brillante en mi universo de amor quizΓ‘s por eso pasan los aΓ±os y no llegΓ³ a olvidarte quizΓ‘s por eso siempre regreso a ti para que me acuerde que el amor no siempre es una mierda que se repite cada vez que me enamoro
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 donβt want to I cry and write about them, reprocess something not quite healed Am I on the way to my recovery from BPD?
love makes me feel trapped trapped in a cage of desire and emotions that I want to escape from and I still try thinking this time it will be different except it never is so Iβm giving up for a while- Giving myself time to prepare for my next victim
At 5 am, I woke up and wrote a 4 page poem about how I wasnβt enough and proceeded to crash my car and my therapist asked if I wanted to die- And I was like βnah, I just couldnβt reign my impulsivity inβ at least this time I got control of the car and didnβt fuck anyone else up
The rain falls steadily in August and I feel a sense of dread, a sense of hopelessness and I want to dwell on everything I lack, on everything Iβm a failure at- But I stop myself because while sadness has served as inspiration and has a place in my mind and life I canβt allow it to take over my life and consume me because this is not my whole story Iβm more than being sad and angry