The Letters I Write to God
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Last published Fri, Feb 4, 2022
"To be borderline means to lack grounding emotionally and to exist from moment to moment without any sense of continuity, predictability, or meaning. Life is experienced in fragments, more like a series of snapshots than a moving picture. It is a series of discrete points of experience that fail to flow together smoothly or to create an integrated whole." (Moskoviz, 1996)
My journey through my 4 month stay at a psychiatric hospital. The highs, the lows, the happiness, the heartbreak- it's all here.
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