I don't know how to process anything intellectually or emotionally or have a handle on what I believe in mind or heart. At times I think that I have gained a perspective only to lose it to its opposite. Part of me thinks I should just choose something regardless of whether it is correct or not as having a world view and a set view of self would simplify my existence greatly, but it is not my nature. My confusion makes stability untenable, therefore growth damned near impossible. I am stuck in a vortex of their own making. I am a fool and an embarrassment. I look at that chair and think of how nice it would be to relax and succumb and finally end this ceaseless spinning.
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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...
