In your opinions, what’s the worse experience about having BPD, or what’s the worse symptom?
For me it’s the codependency and the sheer panic and collapsing of my world when someone I love walks away and abandons me where I stand. Not to be dramatic but it’s what I imagine dying feels like.
Fall of the snow so young,
purity at its peak as
condensation lingers throughout
the air with an exhale from
the lungs.
Fall of the snow still young,
The worlds color falls dim
as the snow fell less and innocence
began to thin.
Strip of the snow so
young, ridded of every gift,
so what’s beneath lies forever
beneath the tongue.
Melt of the snow left clarity
swaying from the ceiling tied
and hung, melt of the snow
became melt of the young.
Anyone want be mutuals on instagram? Im from the US and am attending school in the fall time!
I love writing poetry/spoken words, I roller skate and longboard, I’m really big into movies and tv shows, I enjoy traveling especially solo, and I can talk about any and everything!
I’m just trying to find connection and solidarity with people, I’d love to talk and get to know each other:)
I just woke up from a dream where a girl I don’t even know was my lover. It’s not an infatuation situation, I just think she was a placeholder for someone I once loved whose memory is slowly decaying from mine.
I was in my old house in my old state, I did something to upset her and I was ashamed even though I felt as though I truly did not wrong. Time passed and I eventually went up to her in order to mend things, and I was met with rejection. I felt that ole so familiar sting in my chest when I couldn’t save what I had crumbled.
I woke up from the dream with heavy breathing and my heart racing. It reminded me of the pure panic that comes with being abandoned and rejected as I have been my entire life. Enough time passed and I started to believe I had glued all those wounds back together but they always finds their way back.
I have a lot of trauma in my old house in the old state I used to live in.
It’s poetic and symbolic really, but it’s a small reminder that even after many years that’s excruciating pain of abandonment and rejection is forever engraved in me.
I’m 24m, and I have been dissociated/ disconnected from myself for a long time now. Every experience I have feels distance and far.
I can’t focus, I can’t feel, and I can’t stay present. I feel like a walking ghost half the time and I find it incomprehensible that people perceive me as an actual person. I’m starting school in the fall and I’m afraid the dissociation will ruin the future I have lined up for me.
I’m a 24 M looking for some genuine connections!
I’m really big into movies and tv shows, I longboard, roller skate and I write spoken words/poetry! I’m always down for great conversations and I have an open mind to anything and everyone.
There’s always talk on the outward display of BPD, but I have yet to share experiences with people who experience the tormenting side of it when it’s internalized or in other words known as “quiet” BPD. It feels incredibly isolating and almost indescribable