Yes. Today…in the dark hours. I rode silently in the back of the car. Reached home to be Greeted by the dog. He howled and made these tiny yelping sounds…sniffing me! Then he went on to the balcony and sat looking for my daughter. Him waiting and looking out, made my heart go out to […]Read More Return home
So…. It took me 10 days to get my act together…my bowel movements and my sleep and my coffee times, blogging time, appetite…everything went for a toss given the 12 hour time difference and my age difference and changing hotels….Coming from a third world country to a first world country.. Teehee Coming from a third […]Read More BPD glitches
So… Am sitting here under a tree…at the university campus. Absorbing the facts of what’s happened n happening in my life. I didn’t just travel half way across the world…I crossed a lot of time…my memories coming back. Arriving here after 11 years of being away….is still surreal. My daughter will start college and then […]Read More I can be BPD… and more!
….so this is a tough one. I have returned to my home in a first world country after 11 years and the entire journey and last 3 days here have been very painful. I have to disassociate and keep a facade so I don’t crumble infront of my daughter. I was not expecting my depression […]Read More Going from Third world country to first world country:
“Our belief system goes to grave with us” ….says I So i choose wisely. And choose what works for me today and be willing to change….Be fickle…change is allowed. I won’t inherit it blindly. My father would tell me..”.live making noise…because aint nobody’s dad buying my food” I beleive I have BPD. First I had […]Read More My belief system gave me BPD?
I wanna share what my older daughter said to me 2 weeks ago. I was blind…and I got light. She is such a beautiful feeling child…except I didn’t notice until recently. I was in lot of pain and didnt know they were hurting too. I thought i had them protected and safe. I was wrong. […]Read More To be free: Wish of a BPD woman
Can I be me? I donno who I am is what I believed. But I think I knew all along that i was different. I didn’t fit any probability theorem. I felt everyone and was kind and made a Lotta noise. But i am finding me through you.. Through writing. I set out to […]Read More Can I be me?