Depression isn't leaving. It always gets back. I managed to get rid of anxiety, that doesn't matter. The world is still a dull, empty dark grey place. I know I will die without having done anything for mankind and honestly, I don't fucking care.
Stop thinking. Come, I'll give you a hug and we'll sit next to the railway watching the night sky together. You don't need to think. Just relax and watch the train pass by.
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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...
