I canβt live without you another day But I have to stay away You are now part of my past To you, I was another piece of ass Even though I wish your love was mine Without you, I will be just fine Because no matter how weak I get The memory of you, I must learn to forget So with these few words I may win the war On loving you no more
I wanted you but God wanted you more Perhaps you were an angel not meant for earth Perhaps you were a hard a lesson in grief and loss That I needed to learn A lesson that I should never take love and hope for grant No matter how brief the stay is A lesson that your heart can break within a span of a few minutes A lesson in surviving what you think is unsurvivable
Loving you feels like a virus Iβll never recover from I lie awake at night and thoughts of you infect me I keep saying I want to be cured of your love disease that travels from my body and into my mind Iβve tried to find the cure in someone else But for some reason your virus is resistant It wonβt go away no matter what I do I try hard to stay away but it’s no use The virus that is your love is incurable Virus
my drunk face at bad bunny dance party in January 2023
a drunk driver hits an ambulance- and there is outcry, an uproar over the craziness of it all we all judge and hate the drunk driver without compassion without looking in the mirror, without acknowledging how most of us have made alcohol a staple, a must need for celebration- a must have for everyone no matter what social class youβre in
fragments of who I was weave in and out of my prose and poetry- I keep trying to honor the old me when she comes back with my insecurities and reminds me of how I constantly screw up anything resembling love I no longer shame her or call her the worst version of me- she was just trying to navigate life not understanding she was an undiagnosed hurricane of emotions- that couldnβt control or manage She didnβt go to therapy or know about DBT And sheβs still full of grief for the life she couldnβt live- so she keeps on showing up trying to shake up my newfound confidence and power itβs her version of jealousy, and I walk with her for a while Console her, and let her know how because of her I did the work, and now she can feel happiness and joy through me I will forever be grateful to her and pay tribute to her when I tell her story
I try my best to take delight in my life and enjoy everything good but fuck it, if I have to be honest with myself- sometimes the depression gets the best of me and I drink and write sad and pathetic things about how I want to cut my wrists and watch the blood leave my body maybe Iβm just embracing the cliche of being a tortured artist or my darkness needs a place to fucking go- at least Iβm now acknowledging it instead of suppressing it- and I almost spiral into a cycle of self loathing but instead say βfuck it- this is who I fucking am sometimesβ- An emo girl caught up in her trauma and hormones- Wait-how did this poem turn into– Oh yeah-the prompt delight well whatever this is its the best drunk and depressed me has to give to my creativity tonight
Running away from my feelings, running away from my thoughts I will my legs to keep going as they start to groan and threaten to turn to mush the autumn sun shines on me and this should lift my spirits but the gloom stay within as I run, run, run Running away from my feelings, running away from my thoughts I still hate everything-especially myself Thinking of all my wrongs and how Iβm doomed to a life of solitary confinement Will I ever fix whatβs wrong with me? and then I see it-a deer a few yards away from me 3 second glances are exchanged it runs across the road away from me- and something shifts in me hope is awakened with a reminder of natureβs splendor it puts everything in perspective I am but a speck in the universe a creation of GOD Itβs a waste to focus on past regrets and couldβve beens I need to seize the moment of what is and what could be- and I run on to the next chapter of my life
I no longer believe in always and forever because everyone Iβve loved has always left Or Iβve stopped loving them always and forever is a fairytale programmed into me when I was a young girl It made me believe in the impossible dreams of true love and soul mates the only thing love has ever brought me has been anger, sorrow, and self destruction so my dreams of always and forever have burned to ashes I bury in my poetry
me tienes en la esquina de confusiΓ³n y desilusiΓ³n como un animal tratando de entenderte, siempre persiguiendote, Viviendo de los trozos de atenciΓ³n y afecciΓ³n que me tiras cuando te da la gana
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 theyβre 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?
From February to July, Iβve continued to maintain the healthy coping skills Iβve acquired in therapy and have made even more progress. I started group DBT therapy in April and thatβs also helped me tremendously. Listening to members in that group talk about their issues has made me gain a lot of perspective. Iβve also had a few obstacles along the way of course. In May, I upped my dosage on one of my meds that ended up with me having a major depressive episode, hereβs a blog post about that:
A year later, I can honestly say that Iβve been successful in managing my emotions in a much better and healthier way. My growth has been phenomenal in many areas of my life due to my hard work. Iβve had incredible support from my therapists, medical providers, friends, followers, and family whoβve helped facilitate my growth by encouraging me and giving me the space I needed to be who I needed to be at different parts of this process. Sometimes that was a complete emotional mess, sometimes that was an angry and salty poet, sometimes that was a cringy mom or a moody coworker. Restarting this blog and creating content for it has been instrumental in my healing process and has been a great outlet for the inspiration and creativity Iβve had during this time. Another beneficial thing Iβve done is simplified my life by letting go of anything that doesnβt serve me. I keep my life simple with work, kids, friends, family, and writing and this is the right combination for me to maintain my emotional stability. Iβve learned to prioritize my mental health above everything else because the consequences for me and everyone are too great for me not to do so. I understand now that the βold meβ before her diagnosis was trying to have βeverythingβ and well, that extended my emotional bandwidth to the point it was detrimental to my mental health to the point that I constantly lived in a flux of emotional dysregulation. I donβt blame anybody or even myself; I did not have the knowledge or awareness at the time to do any better.
Iβm not completely where I want to be because I have two areas that I still have problems with: -sticking to my boundaries especially when I feel pressure from others to bend to their will and desires -my cognitive distortions which include black and white thinking and thinking in absolutes I’ve lived with these cognitive distortions since I can remember, and itβs been really hard to break these unhealthy thinking patterns but Iβm working on it.
There is a lot more to say about this journey, but Iβll save that for later throughout this year. To conclude, here are a few thoughts: To have an immense amount of progress and growth this year; I had to learn to be brutally honest with myself about things I had been lying to myself about for too long. I had a tendency to blame others when I felt terrible about my life. This year, I changed that pattern and I had to learn to hold a mirror to myself and take accountability for any harm Iβve done to myself and others and that was extremely difficult to do. It also meant facing some of my biggest fears and insecurities and that was fucking hard. Sometimes it was so much work, I wanted to give up but I didnβt. And now Iβm here, at a place where Iβm truly happy and content with myself and my life. And to not have major depressive episodes every other week where Iβm stuck in this rut of misery feels like a type of freedom I canβt describe. To manage hard emotions like anger and sadness without it affecting my whole week or my whole day is something I always felt was impossible until now. And while I am thankful for everyone thatβs been helpful in my journey, I feel the most gratitude to myself and my determination and resilience. I had always known myself but just this year Iβve finally started to understand myself and finally felt a sense of freedom to be who I really am without a need to filter out the crazy or hard parts that make me the complicated and resilient human that I am. A year later, I no longer allow life to happen to me and feel powerless and have an immense need for validation from others. Now Iβm a person who lives a life with intention and purpose for my own betterment.
Video taken 5/15/22, 5/22/22, 7/3/22- To get a place of emotional stability and permanence has been worth all of the tears, notebooks and journals full of self reflection, poems, essays, etc, miles walked or run, and countless hours of therapy. Let’s see where I am in another year! Excited about my future! My new concept map ππ₯°