It's amazing that I can forget that my mom is an evil sociopath for days at a time until she sticks the knife in again. I don't really understand why she does it. I guess hurting others makes some people feel better. It's so unhealthy staying here wanting to die and being abused by this person but I'm tired and have nowhere to go. I thought I should try reaching out to someone so I tried my sister. She went invisible as soon as I messaged her, of course. People are pretty awful. I wonder how bad it can all get. How long will this all go on? Only God knows. God is good, all the time. I wish I were dead.
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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...
