Hey guys. If anyone who has bpd or has had a successful relationship with someone with bpd would be willing to chat that would be amazing. I need some advice.
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Hey guys. If anyone who has bpd or has had a successful relationship with someone with bpd would be willing to chat that would be amazing. I need some advice.
Doubt
There is no trust in doubt. In yourself, or in others. It is the symptom of all symptoms, to betray your own heart, To betray your own mind, Then betray the betrayal of both.
I hate finding out, in the end, my gut was right, and was easily fooled by others. I hate finding out, in the end, I was wrong, and misjudged a person or hurt them. I hate never knowing if a feeling is real, or if it is imagined.
It’s become so bad, that I doubt my doubt. I imagine that the things I see are real, and my doubt forces me to blame myself When a person gets away with hurting me. Like when you are convinced that somethings not right, and your gut is screaming at you But they convince you you are wrong, Only to find out you were wrong after all Wrong to doubt yourself Wrong to trust them.
Then you look at their face while they are sleeping, And a warm blanket wraps around you, Their soft coos and the way they ease into you Makes you wonder how you could imagine them so horribly. How you could ever doubt they loved you, That they’d ever dream of hurting you. And you’re guilty, You’re guilty, Until you doubt yourself again.
Is it worse to be too trusting, Than to never trust yourself?