I am a pessimist, I've always been that way ever since I can remember. I am that way because of my personal life experiences and sometimes it's hard to look beyond that. How can I have hope that things will be better for me in my life I'm only destined to reach a certain level of happiness. Maybe this doesn't make any real sense but it's what I've been thinking lately and how I kind of feel. I'm sad a lot, sadness that I haven't felt for a long while. And it's not over anything in particular really, I just feel sad and I constantly cry. And while I cry my mind tries to justify it and I pick any reason. Like yesterday I was crying when I smelled the air outside. And I sat there and thought about it. I feel a sadness that eats away at me and I have no idea how to make it stop. The first thing I feel when I open my eyes in the morning is this sadness and it lingers. I hate it I swear I've spent the last two years trying to improve my life I try to be more positive and yet I feel like I can't ever escape. All these years all these efforts to be better, happier only to end up here feeling this sadness.
                              4 years ago today was when my mom assaulted me 3 days before my 15th birthday.
                              Just thinking about the hell I went through literally the next year after that. The emotional trauma, public humiliation, the flashback nightmares I had, the nights I waked up in a cold sweat shaking, several suicide attempts and me ending up in therapy.
                              The thing I'm thinking, if I could talk to the me from back then about all the good things that are happening now in my life. Me being healthier emotional though I am not perfect I am better than what I used to be, I wonder what she would to say to me or would she laugh and think I was crazy...
                              I don't know what to think. 
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                              I'm sorry if this is too raw for some people but I just needed to say something.
                              - Hazelle 
                                      
                                          
                                  
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The things I think of when I'm alone
PoetryUnbearable pain that is expressed and acknowledged becomes bearable. But people who have suffered from BPD received no such responses in their childhood. Therefore, they are stuck in the past, trying to elicit what they needed as a child-validation...
