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“Depression is more than just the thief of joy — it can take your very life. Depression lies to me, making me believe my life is worthless. That’s the hardest thing about depression that I struggle with, that I think all of us depressives struggle with the most — that it’s a liar, and it tells us terrible things about ourselves to ourselves, making us believe them.”

— Cheney Meaghan, “Depression Steals More Than Just Joy”

bpdmoth

Me @ 3am, having my 283th identity crisis of the day: I should learn Japanese

retroapple

I’ve had the same experience.

Imagine if we BPDs could all follow through and learn a bunch of languages lol.

perksofbeingaborderline

my favorite part of having a personality disorder is not knowing if I can trust my own thoughts !

And be ready For the man who laps up your complexities like they’re the marbled tips of the Milky Way. Be ready for the man who loves your fire And fans your wildness with his hot breath as he kisses you all over. Be ready for the man who isn't blinded by your light, But honored, humbled, and inspired That a woman could be brave enough To burn so brightly. Be ready for the man who isn't scared of your fierceness, Who respects That you have claws And know how to use them. That you know what you like And don't like. What you need And don't need.

#beautiful #poem #woman #love #self love

You’ve faced all these difficulties so you can teach others what you have learned.

I’m standing on my balcony;

Watching my cigarette smoke disappear.

When, uninvited, a repressed memory of fear.

I don’t want this, and I reach for the sleeping pills.

I lie in bed waiting, hoping this memory it kills.

I don’t want to be conscious as I realize how this memory still affects me.

I can’t answer a knock on my door. I’m not expecting anyone, can they hear me breathe out? Maybe it’s a neighbour, wanting to hang out.

But I freeze in fear, waiting for the sound to disappear.

The memory is coming through, I can’t fight it, there’s nothing I can do.

When I was younger I answered the door, he rushed in and threw me to the floor.