Ich kann mittlerweile nicht mal mehr Messer, Scheren oder sonstige scharfe Dinge anschauen, ohne mir vorstellen zu müssen, wie es wohl wäre mir selbige irgendwo reinzurammen....

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Ich kann mittlerweile nicht mal mehr Messer, Scheren oder sonstige scharfe Dinge anschauen, ohne mir vorstellen zu müssen, wie es wohl wäre mir selbige irgendwo reinzurammen....
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Can you do DBT on your own using workbook(s)?
Apparently DBT isn’t very well known in my country’s mental health field(?) but I have diagnosed as having bpd so I don’t know what to do.
I’m currently only seeing a psychiatrist so he is more focused on giving me meds rather than doing dbt or other forms of therapy. I get it but I don’t think that’s the only thing I need to treat my mental illness so it’s really frustrating.
I’ve found a couple of DBT workbooks so I was wondering is it better to try one of those than doing nothing? Or will it be more harmful? Maybe I should talk to my psychiatrist about it?
If anyone has any advice on this matter, it will be really helpful. Thank you for reading!
““I was a girl who loved the world, a girl to bring her mother flowers and all the candy she liked, the one to comfort her mom whenever she shed her tears, I was the girl they loved holding me tightly, telling me I was so beautiful, the girl they served breakfast to, what i wanted I was given// //I was the girl who thought of death bf she turned 12, the girl who argued and yelled at her mother, the girl who made her own mom cry and feeling like she was a bad parent, I was held so tightly I never learned to stand on my own two legs, cramped, while they said no one would ever love me, telling me I was a terrorist, a leech, a controlling girl that destroyed the home, I was the girl demanding breakfast, the egoist never seeing anyone but herself, never a girl but a spoiled little rat, I was the dirt under their shoes, the uselessness they will give the world to, the thing that never knew if it was loved or hated, evil or good.” - “pain is awfully similar to love” Anne Berg”
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Sooooo question for other folks with Borderline Personality Disorder. Do you find roleplaying certain characters to help if you’re having a lot of one specific emotion? Because for quite a long time I would associate certain emotions or traits to characters and play them. I dunno if this is just a me thing or if this can be a common thing for bpd. I guess my brain just figures “Hey if you pretend to do stuff in your head rather than for real then we’re good” It’s helpful when one particular emotion is “sticky” as I tend to call it. Where instead of rapidly changing it’s just one very strong emotion for a good chunk of time.
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bpd friends?
hi! would be anyone intrested just texting about bpd or something like that? need more people in my life who understand me, just message me! :)
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i really.. really try to accept my bpd but why the fuck does it have to be so hard???
bpd things
money? yeah, you’re gonna spend it all on useless things like excessive amounts of food and clothes in hope of making yourself feel better. then you’ll regret it five minutes later
you hate yet love everyone and everything. hate. love. hate. love. it’s a never ending, exhausting cycle of intense emotions. there’s no in between
someone doesn’t respond to your message in ten minutes? it’s time to make dramatic assumptions. do they suddenly hate you? are they dead?
you’re slightly inconvenienced? it’s time to commit suicide
all your relationships fail and you just can’t seem to figure out why
you feel like everyone is the same. you see the same pattern over and over again in your relationships and your friends
you feel happy for once? well guess what, in about seven minutes you’ll feel like throwing yourself into traffic because Johnny didn’t want to share his pencil with you
nothing is worse than the overbearing feeling of emptiness that follows you daily and haunts you like a ghost
you’re constantly angry. just the idea of someone breathing in your vicinity is infuriating
baths? did you mean: self-harm hours?
everyone is against you including yourself
who is that in the mirror? is that me? Why do I look like that? I can’t recognize myself
i’m sorry, what did you say? repeat yourself again. and again. sorry, i didn’t hear you. again. repeat yourself for the fifth time, i wasn’t paying attention i guess
you’re useless unless you’re perfect
therapy? no
oh, is that a character I relate to? let me obsess over them for the next nine months
you’re the most evil and horrible person you know, yet simultaneously the most pure and naïve person you know
you feel like the devil when you say no to someone
how about I split on my best friend for the eighth time today for absolutely no reason!
am I abusive? am I like my abusers?
they said something that seemed weird to me… are they going to leave me? Is this the end? Is this all there is? Should I leave them? Maybe I’ll just disappear
you hardly remember anything from before the age of 10
nothing is real. we’re all going to die. nothing matters.
maybe if I get high I won’t overthink everything!
is my friend toxic or is my bpd acting up?
an ongoing crisis
update: she was toxic :)