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Week Log of Living with BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder)
In this post, I will be letting you in on my feelings on a day-to-day basis. Not many people know that I have Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). Day-to-day life is a struggle, but I have lived with this for so long, I am finally able to speak about it.
By Lauren Rose7 years ago in Psyche
Anxiety: 10 Positive Things I Tell Myself Every Day
It's really hard to wake up in the morning and tell yourself that you can get up, that today might not be so bad. Living with anxiety is an endless battle of self doubt, one of which that literally eats you up from the inside. I know it's hard to talk to people about it, especially when they give the ok that you can you talk to them, but really you cant talk to anyone unless they're in the same boat as you. Even then, finding someone you can relate to is hard. For me it is anyway.
By Sarah Jane7 years ago in Psyche
Losing Myself
There wasn’t just a single event that led to that moment in my life. It was a collection of misfortune, impaired thinking, and defective genetics. Rarely am I upset about just one thing. I tend to bottle up my emotions, until it is too much. All someone has to do is open the bottle, and all my emotions flood out. I don’t remember what set me off that day—maybe it was a mistake I had made, something hurtful someone said, or I could have just woken up that way, but I don’t remember. I just remember the absolutely unendurable pain.
By Let Me Type7 years ago in Psyche
Addiction & the Homeless
I recently watched a video on YouTube of a man living in Vancouver BC, which is my home town. Before the man made this video, he believed that homeless people have it easy. They don't pay rent because they can find places to stay for free. They don't buy food because there are places for them to go to get it..
By Alyse McDonald7 years ago in Psyche
Diary of a Pathological Liar
Note: If any interest is shown in this, I will add more chapters. and more journal entries. Eventually becoming more of a novel style Autobiography.
By Ryan Marie7 years ago in Psyche
It All Started When I Was a Child
"Don't kill anyone, Erica! Calm down!" My peers would tell me when I was around 12 years old. I've always had issues expressing myself in a calm and even-mannered way. You could say I had anger issues. It took very little to set me off and it was like a bomb.
By Erica Hale7 years ago in Psyche
The Dissection of Me
The night had grown pitch black, with thundering skies. Only the frequent flashes of lightning to reveal the earth. The boy, no older than thirteen, held himself hunched over in the rain.
By Tristan Crosby7 years ago in Psyche
Coloured Glasses
At a young age, we, some of us more than others, are fascinated by the coloured glasses we try on for the first time. When wearing them, we see everything as tinted with the same colour as the colour of the glasses’ lens. If the material is green, we see everything as shades of green. The same goes for any colour of course.
By Diviesh B7 years ago in Psyche
The Lazy Man's Depression Guide
So! You all know the drill! Many of you are going through it, many of you know some one with it and many of you are faking that you don't have it. The One the only big D that f**ks us all eventually!
By Alex Lastnom7 years ago in Psyche
Social Exhaustion: Understanding the Mind of an Introvert
Anxiety is something that was familiar to me since the early pre-teen stages, but at that time in my life I could not put my finger on what it meant. The symptoms of anxiety that I had been experiencing (biting around my cuticles, shaking my leg, fidgeting, waking up in cold sweat, not able to catch my breath in stressful situations, saying ‘sorry’ all the time, and racing thoughts) were a natural response to my given circumstances; lots of traveling between the midwest and west coast, countless surgeries, post-surgery recovery, and physical therapy sessions can be, suffice to say, exhausting.
By Paulina Pachel7 years ago in Psyche
A Broken System
My stomach hurt. I couldn’t force myself to participate in the stupid activity. We were suppose to make a collage that represents our recovery. I flipped through the same magazine several times. My hands were visibly shaking. I was sweating to much. Anything I did would be wrong. I was embarrassed to cut anything out of the magazine and glue it on the paper. It would be stupid. People will laugh. Maybe not out loud, but they would.
By Nicole Larsen7 years ago in Psyche
Too Bad Duct Tape Isn't Waterproof
You know that feeling when suddenly you're drowning? You try to keep your head above water, but life is just a perpetual effort to keep your head above water, so eventually you tire out and start swallowing water. The bigger effort you make to stay afloat, the harder it is to stay afloat, and it's just a vicious circle. You can't even make the attempt to float because the waves around you keep pushing you down, and keep you down, unless you make an effort to stay above them.
By LoneBug7 years ago in Psyche