Thinking of my borderline as a dog has helped me in some way I feel ridiculous describing, but it makes me feel less angry at it and much more compassionate.
My borderline is like a dog that waits for people to come back, and I gotta hunch myself down, look in its little eyes and explain that they won't come back and it's better that way. I know it doesn't really understand what I'm trying to say, but at the same time, I think it knows what I'm talking about.
My borderline is a border collie dog I got on a leash and I can't really hate the dog or myself for it. A dog is a dog, and a disorder is a disorder.
















