This here proves that the plant was tricked and gaslighted. The plant is me with BPD…the plant is alive and hence has a shape? and energy? and hunger? But the plant was told there is no light for you….you are destined to die in the darkness…inside the shell. I made these organic (mask shape) pots about a year ago. I tried growing several things on it! They kept drying or not attaching to the pot…just lay there….not happening!! After a while it would die. So, this time i planted them (about a month ago) and i covered them with large shells…cutting out sunlight. Only a little peek of light peeked in …. Can anyone guess what happened?
The plant started to panic and started growing towards the LIGHT…. Soon…the other parts of the plants noticed and started imitating the behaviour of this brave little thing…who showed the way!! This post was triggered by Scarlett and Annette and Lucy and Richard ..who triggered me…to feel .. to think …and wonder and ask…and ask ….and i looked around the Moon and looked at these 2…i found these 2 masks….lying around…waiting to tell a story . Something good came out of the word trigger. There are good triggers too? You reckon? Does this mean that all the mentally fucked people are like these pretty little cute itty bitty things…peeking out and testing the LIGHT !! I feel…we are together guiding each other towards light. Am feeling a smile coming on…. cheers to freedom!
Declaration of independence by a BPD woman
I decided this morning that i am going to declare my independence. From this moment forth I shall only speak my truth and stick to my facts. Nobody is the boss of me, even my Dad wasn’t… I was raised like the Queen of the family. I ruled the house. My family loved my crazy self and me. As a woman in India….as a woman who is financially dependent… has a mental disease…As a woman hiding alone with 2 daughters….As if i dont exist….because i dont. I have to shout to be heard…walk the streets to be seen….
I saw women as colourful…in my small town and in my home. A woman could do everything that a man can do….so i chose a motorcycle. Independent woman was not a category! Today I feel Have we gone back in time? What happened to my small town…what happened…where I must be a woman to prove I am a woman.
My conversation with my BPD Goddaughter: [30/06, 3:47 pm] L: It will help many, I can assure you of that. Your daughters, I think, would be proud. If you were my mother I’d be proud. It takes strength and courage to speak, it’s not something everyone can do and I believe there’s a reason certain people are meant to tell their story.
M: What if my truth is weird
L: truth is always scary but it’s real
L: There are always going to be people that don’t agree with what you say or do but fuck them, live your life for you and your girls, not their opinions. Never hide who you really are.
Me: who am i? I wanna find me. Any Suggestions where to look?
L: I’ll let you know when I find myself
“Right of Independence” for BPD woman I just came across the following and had to share.
Definition of Independence or freedom. Please Google…and let me know if it’s gender specific. Does it mention the word “woman”? Does the definition apply to all the human race…called woman…all over the universe? Because I thought….i am just another human being…. Never THOUGHT of me as a woman! Now…how do I learn to be a woman? I just want to find me…I have not hurt anyone ….I just wanna stop hurting! Can you see me?