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
Living with a mental illness is hard, but it's also hard to be there for someone with a mental illness. This is dedicated to a person who has always been by my side, even when I was pushing her away. Growing up,I didn't know at twenty I'd be looking for forgiveness;Forgiveness from the one who'd … Continue reading I’m sorry…
You’re weak. Punish yourself. The voice in my head was giving off the first signs of a psychotic break. I couldn’t ignore it, it was too strong and insistent. I had to act; I couldn’t control it. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the razor. Bringing it to my forearm, I started my daily … Continue reading Tandem (Short Story)
When the world seems a sublime set of suggestions,one may wonder:what does it mean to separate reality from fiction;mythology from history;Subjectivity from objectivity? Is the universe only a chaotic set of cause-effect forces,architects of both life and thoughts?To what must I entrust my existence? If I exist,and it is not ontologically wrong to define thus … Continue reading Existential Doubts
Sometimes you can't plan everything. I like walking places, but not being alone and often try to make plans so that I arrive right on time to meet someone walking there. Of course, many things can go wrong. Today I had plans with two friends: one cancelled last minute, the other arrived an hour late. … Continue reading Yesterday I didn’t give in… We can do it
Panicking is the natural result of anxiety. Imagine a fibonacci spiral, at the beginning you have the seeds of anxiety. Let's say these seeds proceed and manage to complete a whole three cycles, you are therefore three cycles closer to panic and feel three times more anxious... and so on. At a certain point (for … Continue reading How NOT to NOT Panic
TW for ED's. She could feel the numbness taking over. Usually, one can assume absence of anger is a good sign. Nonetheless, she tried to concentrate on how his attention wasn't on her and winced in frustration when it solicited no response. It wasn't selfish, she didn't want to get angry and lash out; it … Continue reading Spiralling
Chapter 3- Part 1 (Leah) As soon as I was sure no one was watching I read the note. “Love and pain, Succumb to one another. With time I have come to discover, What it means to lose love.” It was a poem; one I had studied in “Old society literacy”. I remember it from … Continue reading When Night Falls: Chapter 3
Chapter two (Lucas) I looked at my dirt stained hands and couldn’t help feeling resentful. Not that I had expected a better placement, given my parents’ status as feelers, but it definitely would have been nice. The words I had written in the mud, “A wish for freedom.”, were sketched into my mind. Nonetheless, as … Continue reading When Night Falls: Chapter 2
Sarah stopped pouting and her eyes shone with joy, she had once more gotten her way. I started reading: “Jennifer Rayon, 1989-2001. Died at age 11 due to car crash. You may no longer be here dear, but our hearts will always lie with you. I chose you, now I’m not going to let you … Continue reading When Night Falls: Chapter 1-Part 2
How NOT to be functional 