Unexpected;A fracture in my worn out heart.I'm falling apart;Drowning in an ocean of my own tears. Disconnected;My mind is nowhere to be found.I'm falling apart;Torturous thoughts ringing in my ears. Rejected;Focused on my wound.I'm falling apart;Hoping there's someone who cares. Reflected;In the mirror.Reduced to a shadow of my pain and loss. Bleeding Heart Yours sincerely, … Continue reading Heartbroken
I was on holiday with my boyfriend... Now ex-boyfriend. I'm honestly not sure what happened, I found a note in his phone saying he was thinking of breaking up with me when the holidays where over... I called my mom crying, the holidays where cut short and we broke up. I'm heartbroken. I feel empty … Continue reading I haven’t written in a while…
During the course of my research for my last post, I came across a fellow sufferer who wrote a beautiful poem about how he feels. With his permission, I'm posting it here on my blog, alongside his introduction: "I write lyrics and make songs to Express how I feel and well this is it for … Continue reading What it means to have BPD – a poem, James Jameson
We were engulfed by the swirling halo of smoke from our cigarettes, slowly dissolving into nothingness. The sky was grey; the bleak horizon seemed to wash out all colours, leaving me with an ominous feeling in my chest. “Tell me you story.” He observed me carefully, eyes suspicious. I could feel his anxiety and watched … Continue reading Suffering
An honest insight... what it means to have a bad week when you suffer from mixed psychiatric disorders.
Fear of change is nothing if not fear of the unknown. When failure is your certainty, it is fear of failure that becomes your cripple. Change implies the abandonment of a static condition of misery and illness. This may sound outstanding ; however... when that is all you know, the fear of failure and return … Continue reading Fear of Change
Dysfunctional Girl
I'm feeling lost, cold. My head is spinning, causing me to keep my eyes sealed shut. Curled up in bed, I'm listening: every note reverberating in my mind, filling my soul with it's melody. It's relaxing, somehow soothing me from the inside. I let my body rock to the slow rhythm of violins and piano, … Continue reading The Power of Music
How NOT to be functional 