Journal d'une éternelle perdue
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Ongoing, First published Dec 19, 2018
Je suis en quête identitaire depuis 20 ans déjà. Une quête quel grand mot! En fait loin d'être une quête ma recherche identitaire. Je dirais plus un combat, une bataille incessante et quotidienne. Vivre chaque jour avec l'impression d'être personne c'est assez envahissant. Visiblement je suis une des élues de ma génétique ainsi que du cours de la vie. L'heureuse élue du trouble de la personnalité limite. Ben oui T.P.L moi c'est ce que dis mon diagnostic. Pourtant avant ce bout de papier je n'aurai jamais deviné. Moi, qui s'intéresse depuis des années aux troubles de santé mentale, je faisais visiblement partie du lot. Youhou! Chance? Pas vraiment, mais pas un malheur non plus vous allez voir. J'ai décidé d'écrire parce que souvent c'est la seule chose dont je suis d'être capable de faire.
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