a diary she fills with her life.
TW: ed, abuse, alcoholism, guns, drugs, r*pe, lots of suicidal thoughts, mentions of sh+doing, body dysmorphia, mentions of death.
beware, these are serious topics, and please don't talk about them if you haven't experienced it or if you don't know what youre talking about. this is a short story and is not the happiest. there is no romance. please don't read if you're 13 and below. there are a few lines that are in swedish, you will have to translate them yourself if you want to.
Tired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life?
A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic.
With my ways it's hard to keep down anything healthy, relationships that don't last but stay with me like my own personal demons. And evil around the corner you'd never see coming. The pain changes you. Trauma changes you. It strips you away from yourself.
BPD strips away your identity sometimes I guess this is my way of finding myself again, through writing and reflecting and realizing it is okay to be hurting.
This book will include poetry and scenes and think pieces. It will be vulnerable. It will be raw. It will remind you of your own loss.
- "She." Xx🥀xX