Mental illness can dispatch a million negative packages to someone with a.....well...a mental illness.
Blimey I stigmatize myself. It's a reflex. I am stupid this way...but thats ok...sort of!
When I was a kid, way before I recognised feeling really crap. I pictured myself as being a heck of alot cooler than I became. like right now!
I dreamed and envisioned a dude who could handle anything and be the hero. Like all boys, kids..
What happened..?
I got serious...
Why did I get serious?
I felt things I wasn't equipped to feel....
predisposed to sensitivity.. (brilliant quality)
I got sick of bein' bullied,
I got sick of bein the last to know.....even the last not to know.
I got sick!
My mind was always elsewhere. still. and actve. still. NUMB
This must become a habit (the mind) when it is thrashed too early and when it is maybe.........wait for it
Brilliant!
Why the heck not spiral the bpd mind UP instead of DOWN.
Or am I truly CRAZY ?
What ? for bein' positive.
Dis-order invites insecurity. embracing dis-order and accepting it as a feature of self is a better approach than trying to hide behind it or attempting to demolishing it! and succeeding (AS CAN HAPPEN!!!)
that is .000001 percent of my conciousness.
I like to think that we people with bpd, we people are unique.. and we are OK! just the way we are. we are good people with difficulties and motivated to get better. I've never met nicer people than People with this dis-advantage.
If we don't believe this , then....we dis-integrate..self destruct.
I'm Not wearin' pink lollipops on my head. I am being real.
ok.... feel better