Hey parents, this is for you. What means more to you, image or happiness? You want the biggest house on the best street in the best suburb. You want the marque car, and it just has to shine, shine, shine. You want to be seen in the right places with the right people. That is… Read More Image versus happiness
Domestic violence can occur within any intimate relationship & the parties can be of either gender. The purpose of this is to discuss emotional violence toward a person by their partner and demonstrate also that no matter how harsh the physical abuse, the effects of emotional domestic violence can be longer lasting and more severe.… Read More Emotional abuse, bullying and insecurity
I took you from the ends of the earth, from its farthest corners I called you. I said, “You are my servant.” –Isaiah 41:9 ———————————————————————————————————————————- I personally don’t know whether Isaiah said that or not and I am not about to get up off my backside and pick up the book which may give me… Read More You are my servant!
… and the nightmare starts again. The doors are tightly shut, the heavy curtains closed. Outside a sliver of moonlight struggles to cut a swathe through the broiling mass of black cloud. The dark branches of the oak tree in the garden, groan beneath the weight of acorns and the wind whistles across the open,… Read More A muffled thump in the darkness
Why am I alive? Choice? Not yet. I am alive because I am under orders to stay alive. TRIGGER WARNING: That is going to sound strange to a lot of people; this is a switch. I have been programmed NOT to stay alive. This is so deeply ingrained in me, that these current counter orders… Read More Alive under orders
Who is my enemy? My enemy is within. TRIGGER WARNING – Mentions of self-harm and suicidality. When I first came out and told people I had BPD, everyone was surprised. Because I am seen as strong. I am seen as a coper. I am seen as capable. I have always been able to stand up… Read More Learning to love your enemy
Unwanted. Always. Always the weird kid. Always the shy kid. Always the short, dumpy, ugly kid. A dad who left, who didn’t want me. Who borrowed me once as a babe to show his family and never came back. Mum, I was your ugly duckling, your big sister when yours moved away. A child yet… Read More Always unwanted …
Raised voices, a crash, the furniture flies And the little girl cried. Daddy’s home, mummy’s home, with another black eye And the little girl cried. Cuddles with mum, afraid to let go And the little girl cried. Is she sick, is she hurt? My baby is sad And the little girl cried. Fear, pain in… Read More And the little girl cried
Ok so there is more than BPD going on here, I know that. Or maybe I don’t, I’m not a health professional – I just FEEL. I am no longer a grown-up. I’ve known for years about the C-PTSD but haven’t done anything about it. Yep. Independent me, attempting to live with trigger avoidance. So… Read More Regression: When suddenly you are no longer a grown-up
Well if you are into the cold, harsh, clinical definitions check out the official diagnostic criteria for Borderline Personality Disorder below. Doesn’t really sound that great from a lay person’s perspective, does it? And trust me, as a sufferer it’s horrible to recognise yourself in this. The diagnostic criteria are so dehumanising, and as someone… Read More Borderline Personality Disorder: What is it?