Typical BPD Weekend
Friday: Drink too much and split on someone you really like because they’re not giving you the attention you want. You feel like you’re losing them, so why not fucking self sabotage and push them away before they can leave you anyways? You were angry, they don’t appreciate you like you do them, so fuck ‘em. They’re nothing to you, just like you are to them. Once a God, now a Dog.
Saturday: Spend all day in a state of high anxiety feeling like you’re a hair away from having a panic attack, waiting to hear from the person you split on even though you know this time you really took it too far. You try to tell people what happened, but how can you put into words why you reacted the way you did…? Clean obsessively. Pace around. Stare at phone. Repeat this process until you can stare at the ceiling for hours, begging for sleep so you can stop thinking about it.
Sunday: Anxiety is replaced by depression when you accept that you really did fuck it up this time and you won’t hear from the person you split on. Try to stay busy and not think about it or them - even lying to yourself it won’t be so bad without them - but it’s all consuming. They left like you knew they would, and you were right… right? You’re always right when it comes to people leaving you. Even so, why is there physical pain radiating in your chest?
The hit of dopamine and euphoria I get from hearing back from someone I thought was going to abandon me is a high I wouldn’t wish on others. It disgusts me. I fucking hate BPD. (I think I hate myself more.)
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🏳️⚧️ A quick rant because I am losing my mind over it once again 🏳️⚧️
For the plot: I'm a trans man post-surgery, several years on T, living life completely stealth.
As pride month is slowly approaching, several of my colleagues are finding their voices again and quietly b*tch about LGBT+, the usual. As if that wasn't bad enough they always happen to tell ME about it. Out of all people!?
Like yeah they don't know about my transition but I'm probably the one person at work that never said any anti-lgbt crap and yet they're always talking to me as if I'm the biggest supporter for their bs. And I can't even out myself (I'd ruin my joblife) or speak up loudly and it feels so incredibly disgusting. Of course I tell them I disagree and I try to advocate but I honestly don't even want to be the person they feel like they 'can come to' with these kinda statements. Like why me? Sometimes it makes me fear that I, in what way whatsoever, give off the same vibe to them that they see themselves?
Is this the price I have to pay?
Is this a universal experience? How do you guys cope with this? Help a brother out.
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There are two paths before me.
One is overgrown, full of thorns and bristles and broken branches. The other is sunny and clear.
Surely, the first will lead to nothing but risk, danger, and pain, while the second will be a blissful, joyful walk.
But there's nothing for me on that clear path. No food, no life, no person out there besides myself. I know that the overgrown path can grant me all those things and more, if only it weren't such a wretched way to go.
So I spend some time on the clear path, walking forward until I can't take the loneliness and discontent anymore, and I turn back. But when I arrive where I started, the first path is still overgrown, worse still than before. Frustrated and feeling helpless, I start down the clear path again. When I decide to take care of myself and survive instead of starving to death on the barren trail, I turn back again. And again, the other is overgrown and terrifying.
I go back and forth, until I fall to my knees, crying and begging for someone, anyone, to help me. To remove the thorns and bristles and branches.
And then I realize, this entire time, I've been running from the pain. I've been waiting for the trail to clear up on its own, to grant me safe and easy passage.
It wasn't my fault I was never taught wilderness survival - I don't know how to make it through such an area, bandage the scrapes and wear functional gear and step over the branches. But I can learn, even if I'll experience some hurt along the way.
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