Your emotional world is a tropical afternoon on a sandy beach on a perfect day. You swim close to shore and wade with careful steps into calm waters that lap at your ankles, and warm or cool your toes, immersing yourself as far or as close as you care to tolerate. An idyllic existence that you control with nary a thought for it's ease....

My emotional world is a tippy canoe in a tropical storm in the middle of the ocean. I can't see the shore, I can't do much of anything but hang on for dear life and ride each resounding wave wondering if this one will be my last. I'm terrified, but for the moment resilient, but the longer the storm rages, the weaker I get and if the Coast guard doesn't show up soon, drowning will be bliss.

Salvation at last and relief comes !.... so thankful for the rescue friend, see you again tomorrow?

.... until one day the Coast Guard gets fed up, and doesn't show up because even heros get tired of braving tropical storms on a regular basis, some lives aren't worth the danger, and that will be the day Yemaya takes her daughter home.

Borderline Personality Disorder women aren't just crazy... the struggle is real.