I hate her. I hate what she did to us. I hate that you let her. I hate that you fell for her. I hate that she is your lapdog. … Continue reading Hatred
Everything will be okay. We will make it. We can be happy again. We will be. After yesterday, I finally believe this mantra that has been circling my mind this … Continue reading Hope on the Horizon
Broken; shattered; destroyed. That’s how I’m feeling right now. Recently, I found out that my partner was having an emotional affair. Last night she told me she thinks she loves … Continue reading Broken
10:04 Sitting here at my first STEPPS informational session. It’s a group for people like me, people with borderline disorder. I look around and see people of all different ages and shapes and sizes and what catches my eye is the pen one of the students are using. It’s this green pen that a friend once gave me. It writes so smoothly and so nicely. We are about to start now.
11:25 It’s over. The information session I mean. I stayed and finished the homework (goal sheet) that I had to do. So my name should be on the waitlist now. And let the waiting begin.
I am not too sure how I feel now. I was anxious all meeting and kept scratching my hand throughout. Now Im just sitting here going about my day. I feel kind of numb I guess is the best way to describe it.
Yesterday, I socialized. Today, I want to die.
A glimpse into my mind when I am with friends.
A brief look at how my life has been since my diagnosis and the struggles of the minimal treatment options.