I'm seeing myself, the things around me, as me, in third person. I'm seeing everything at once, I'm hearing everything at once, I'm feeling nothing but everything at once. I don't understand what this is, I can't identify myself as myself anymore. I can't even hate myself because I can't recognize her anymore I feel strange, I can't explain it. Everything feels new, my hands, the pillow, the world. I feel like I've been born one second ago, I want to show you what I see, but I don't know what I see either. I feel like I'm slowly going insane from the imagery and art I want to create, I don't understand. I can't remember my past, I can't remember my goals, I'm not even on drugs, I'm feeling an emotion of another person.
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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...
