Healing

I haven’t written in a while. Honestly, when my boyfriend broke up with me, I was heartbroken. I passed a lot of days in bed feeling lonely and depressed and lost a lot of my will to live, it was as if a spark had been turned off.

This is why I didn’t write, I had no inspiration and spent my days watching sitcoms on netflix and feeling sorry for myself. I couldn’t imagine a life without him, without someone at my side to help me.

As many of you know, I suffer from BPD and my abandonment issues kicked in. I felt lost with nothing to hold onto and I kept on feeling that way for a long time. Then something happened and it was really quite simple: time passed.

The obsessive thoughts about him ceased to be so present and I started going out a little bit, reading and keeping myself busy. My friends and parents were very supportive and I am grateful for that.

I am not fully out of the tunnel, but I can now see a light and for the first time in months, I felt up to writing this post.

I’m healing.

Yours sincerely,

Dysfunctional Girl