Bpd Stories

These poems contain sensitive topics. They are mainly about mental health; such as depression, anxiety, su/cde, heartbreak, borderline personality disorder and ptsd. if this is not for you, please do not read it. I do not want anyone triggered :( These poems are inspired by the storm in my mind that I am suppose to walk through everyday. One day at a time.

On a planet not ours, but not named, lived two girls from two different sides. In the city of Valebridge, a bridge separates two sides of the whole. The lower half, looked down upon by the upper half, was named Southdock, but referred to commonly by the people who live there as The Sink. Ridiculed by the upper half of Carlowestown, where the rich with their up-turned noses and expensive clothes, named Porcies, after the dolls, by the people of The Sink. Two century's of hatred of one another, and yet Emily, from The Sink, and Eliza, the orphaned Princess, challenge it all. From a corrupted Government, evil plans, suitors, and tribulations of their own hearts, can they change what was deemed unchangeable? Or are some things meant to be? (The characters are the same from me and my cowriter, Bean, play Confidence and Confidentiality, think of this as an alternate universe. This is NOT a part two, or prologue, or anything, its simply the same characters but in a totally different story. This story is currently in development on Google Docs, so as we complete each chapter I will post them here. It may take a while between chapters. My cowriters alias is Bean, and she writes under Eliza and Arthur, and I under Emily and Cecil. Please be patient with us, we can be prone to typos!)

Highest rankings: #6 bpd In which Min Yoongi is a criminal helping at a psychiatric ward to get his sentence reduced. Namgi Jinmin Taeseok ©LONELYJOON- 2018

They warned me before I even knew his name "Heartbreak in human skin," she whispered. "Good luck," they smirked behind my back. But when he looked at me like I was the only one, I chose to believe in the lie. One mistake. Two hundred twenty-seven more. I didn't want to trust again..not after the silence, the scars, the secret no one saw, the pain no one believed. Jace was perfect in class, flawless to the world but a storm behind closed doors. For 228 days, I held on, hoping and forgiving while my heart quietly shattered. This is a story of broken promises, of love twisted and lost, and of finding strength in the pieces left behind

mental memes of any sort which will help you cope with your day B) note: this is not made to mock anyone at all!! its just to help people find memes to help them cope if thats how they choose to do so /pov

Just a collection of thoughts. They're mostly really short. I will be updating as time goes on, this is just what I have so far.

Phoebe meets Ethan at a party she didn't initially want to go to. She immediately catches feelings for him but finds out he has BPD meaning he struggles to open up how he feels. They both go through many troubles to try and be together but it never works out. Is it because they need to work on it or because it will never be. Please note I am not an author I am doing this for fun in some spare time, any typos please let me know to make any corrections enjoy :)

TW: SA, SH, abuse, miscarriage, drugs, alcohol All character names have been changed for privacy. Based on a true story. For anyone who has ever felt too much. She doesn't chase love; she chases chaos. Because chaos is the only thing that feels familiar. Battling Borderline Personality Disorder, PTSD, ADHD, OCD, Depression, and Bipolar Disorder, she carries a storm inside her; one shaped by early trauma, addiction, and a constant fear of being left behind. After years of surviving rape, a miscarriage, bullying, and emotional abandonment, she's learned to hide her pain behind broken men, burning nights, and blurry lines. But what happens when she meets someone just as damaged as her? What happens when the chaos becomes love, and love begins to hurt? This is not a redemption story. It's a survival story. One about trauma, addiction, obsession, and the impossible hope of healing.

surrounded by mountains that stretch for miles, the water rising to my neck. i am drained, and my leg is throbbing, my foot painstakingly twisted at an odd angle. i can no longer run. i grab the water stained pages and my ruffled pen, the ink semi-frozen, and with the only things left to hold dear to me, i begin to write. may i evade death in these lost moments in time, forever held together by paper and ink.

These are quotes, sayings, or poems that I have connected with in some sort of way. I do not take any credit for any of the stuff I post.

A series of poems and thoughts, most probably won't make sense & some might be decent. TRIGGER WARNING.

In school Killua has a tuff time living in life nothing has changed and everyday can be a challenge, his life can be worse than it already is. Maybe there's a way he could change it. Living Ill, maybe there will be that some person to make him get better.

Solve et Coagula

Qui raccolgo frammenti della mia storia in poesie, spero possano far sentire qualcuno meno solo. Parlerò di dolore, disturbi mentali, disturbi alimentari, autolesionismo, abusi sessuali, disagi familiari.... Spero di essere d'aiuto a qualcuno

tw// sa, ed & sh if you experienced any of these, i'm so sorry! all my messy thoughts might not be positive at all so think twice before you read my poems. i'm so happy and proud you are still hanging there, you deserve all the love, and you worth it <3 poems foreshadow plot: - the thoughts of a empty heart, that no longer seek safety because she tried, again and again but failed, every man starting with her dad, she hated them, she hate the whole world and what she hated the most was herself.

this is about a girl with borderline personality disorder.

just the ramblings of my mind

Ever wanted to know what its like being Autistic in Canada? Or wanted to walk in the shoes of a chronically ill person for a day (probably not)? You've come to the right place! I'm Kody, an autistic person with an unknown chronic illness (probably POTS). I have tons of special interests, and I want to have a career where I help people in the future, like a cop, or therapist. Or a teacher! I'm asexual and genderqueer, and I'm usually not afraid to say it in public!

*Possible trigger warning* A lot of screwed up things happen in people's lives, in many different severities. Most decide to keep quiet. Hell, I did for a long time. But now I'm letting it out in the only way I know how; by writing. So, I guess you can follow along and get to know me. The good and the bad. Some of these will be structured poems conveying cryptic messages, others will be frantic rants from late hours of the night. Have a good read.

It's a short story about a girl with Borderline Personality Disorder, and how it is affecting her life.