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a-borderliners-mind · 12 minutes ago
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I really do hope DBT can help me.. I'm so ready to give up.
I'm done with have BPD.. I'm so done.. No one wants to be my friend, my relatives hate me and my parent despise me..
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nickywholockposts · 18 minutes ago
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Salt.
Something in my head just triggered a feeling and response that I haven't had in a very long time.
Maybe it was her asking me if I had a roommate while I was hospitalized. Maybe it was her hesitant reply. Maybe it was the fact that I felt as though I said too much when I didn't even start the conversation.
Maybe it was the time of night as we drove down the road going north. Maybe it was the topic of talk that she decided. Maybe it was the fact that she took me out to vent and talk about her life to someone who would listen. Or so it feels like that by the fact that anything I said got blown off.
Maybe it's training and having that headset on all day. Maybe it's learning a new system. Maybe it's the utter silence in the apartment.
Maybe it's the fact that I can't stop thinking about him. Maybe it's the fact I can't stop running different outcomes to different scenarios that came our way. Maybe it's the fact that I feel a sudden strong sense of betrayal, anger, and misplaced love.
Maybe it's the absolute splitting headache. Maybe it's seeing my downstairs neighbors have a good night with their son. Maybe it's watching the family of three hang out by the pool. Maybe it's checking the mail at 7:30p. Maybe it's my dog getting so incredibly excited to see me.
But then... maybe it's just getting bad again.
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a-borderliners-mind · 19 minutes ago
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They fuck with your head and get away with it..
They have made me more suicidal but yet that's fine, my life aren't that important anyway.
They will never understand what they have done to me and my spirit.
I was left to think I was going great guns but I wasn't and I was plainly lied too, straight to me face.
Fuck you!
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mentalwordvomit · 20 minutes ago
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I never know what’s really an issue and what’s not bc of bpd and the people around me will always chalk it up to bpd when I explain the situation to them so that’s no help either
Am I being gaslit by everyone or is the issue really not that bad???? I DONT KNOW
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imalreadyadeadbitch · 22 minutes ago
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I’m more suicidal than I’ve ever been in my life. Nothing matters. I don’t matter. Who the fuck cares if I’m gone. No one. I will always be alone so I might as well die alone too.
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mentalwordvomit · 23 minutes ago
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The way I use my phone to disassociate is so bad and I need to stop but I can’t
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triscanhardlywrite · 33 minutes ago
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You
In my head, otherwise
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antibunnynoni · 39 minutes ago
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Overwhelmed
I don’t know why I feel the way I do. Actually, I do know why I feel the way I do but it’s a daily thing I have to constantly talk myself through it all. I have Borderline personality disorder and I’m sure there’s a ton of other people who have what I have. For those who don’t know what it is, click here. It’s really hard and there are times I wish I wasn’t the way I am. Tonight seems to be a…
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bpd-diary-confessions · 44 minutes ago
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Is your medication wearing off or are you just distracted less?
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theodoravanyar · an hour ago
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Of Tears and Tea
14,008 Days Alive I don’t know if it’s PMS or something, but I’ve been trying not to burst into tears all damn day. (more…)
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anathatsthename · an hour ago
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OMG GUYS THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE 1K
ILYSMM I NEVER THOUGHT THIS WOULD BLOG WOULD GET BIG <3
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borderlinebitchin · an hour ago
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anyone up to talk? i always seem to get low at night..
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musingsofaninsomniac · an hour ago
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Me: Having social media is great. I can finally express myself and connect with like minded people that share interests and disorders/conditions.
Also me, feeling the mortifying sensation of being alive and knowing people can perceive me:
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