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#possibly bpd
borderline-culture-is · 2 months
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possible BPD culture is preparing a notebook of info for ur therapist because you need to be fixed like a car
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lilqu33rboi · 1 month
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i hate how dependent i am on her & i hate that i cant go a day without texting her even if she doesnt respond & when she doesn't respond i want to cry & she hasn't texted me for a week & OH LOOK SHE'S BACK I MUST TEXT HER BACK RN!!
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tinkerbitch69 · 2 months
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When you’re just about to get to sleep when out of nowhere the mood swing hits and you are literally quaking with rage so ya gotta accept it’s gonna be an all nighter.
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roseredsnow · 8 months
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I present: A series of memes depicting my current mental health.
TW: VENT, abandonment issues type thing
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Yeah it ain't good
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Why message when you post to close friends and then you don't have to feel like you're guilting them into responding.
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Me: I care about my batfamily cosplay group so much, I'd hate to fall out with them.
also me:
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The ptsd doing be ptsding (and bpding? Not diagnosed with anything but some form of ptsd I'm 99% certain on, bpd I am not as sure)
And a final, how did we get here?
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vxm1tcxre · 10 days
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My toxic trait is that I genuinely don’t care about your partner and legitimately would rather talk about literally anything other than how much you love your pookie. romance is repulsive to me. No, your partner that I’ve never met can’t come when we hang out, I want to spend time with my friend, not be a third wheel on some impromptu date. I don’t want to try and pry you two off of each other with a fucking crowbar because you act like you’re parasitic twins siphoning nutrients from one another and will die if you stop holding hands for .26364772 seconds. I hate you I hate you I hate you
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insanity-at-its-peak · 3 months
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Mom, dad…
You’ve made me sick, that babygirl you raised? That you constantly complain about - “we’ve given her the world!! What else could you possibly want or need!!” - yet whenever she tries to explain to you all about what you’ve done wrong you don’t listen?
Shes gone, shes gone once and for all!
Surely she will crawl up back on the surface from time and time and cry to me telling me all about how she wants to call for mom and dad, to have dinner with them that she always yearned for, or about how she wishes she would fit into that blue circle table from when she was the smallest she ever were, crafting her time away with mom, or to see her dad fishing, his favourite, though she never liked sitting on that small uncomfortable chair when the weather was always either too warm or too cold.
But i wont let her, because i know how to treat her better than you ever have. Because i know the moment i let her walk into that same house after years, when she sees all the photos on the wall, or when she walks into her room only to find it tidy with the lights still open indicating that they want to feel as if shes still there, the same thing they did when she was away at the hospital, her parents being calm, finally being calm after she was begging them for peace in that household for years and years, thats when she will break to pieces.
Because as much as that little girl wants to hate you, wants to ruin you mentally and physically for the sake of you finally understanding just how bad its been - she also wants to cry. She wants to take the chance she never had and actually be comforted by her parents.
But i wont let her, ill keep that babygirl locked in my heart forever, ill keep her there with her favourite toys and songs, she’ll forever be dancing and playing, my boyfriend will be the one to walk in my heart and play with her, my boyfriend will be with me when i decide to let her walk out of my heart, creep up on my eyes and let her tears flow.
Not you, it’ll never be you, ever again.
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unstabull · 5 months
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whatever the fuck is wrong with me, is knowing youre the worst person ever, that everyone should despise and hate and abandon you, that you're literally scum and have no value and dont deserve any love or anything good. That there is some internal flaw that is the reason for all the bad things that have happened to you and its your fault. But not being able to explain to people why. It's just true take my word for it.
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error-rambles · 6 months
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Put on Whiskey in the Jar by The Irish Rovers thinking maybe something upbeat would help ease me into a less destructive mindset, but it's a spiral all over again. It's just hopeless. Not even five minutes into the daydream I'm filled with overwhelming dread, my piece of shit brain reminding me that I'm having way too much fun and it needs to stop immediately.
I know that. I know it's all going to end and that good things are only temporary, then why can't I just enjoy them while they last? Isn't it miserable enough to exist as it is, why the additional curb on how I experience the limited joy I get.
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yue-weol · 8 months
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problems :))
my parents have been fighting continuously over extended familial problems and my mom blames it all on me that bcuz of me they are fighting. my dad blames my mom that she doesnt look after me and cuz of dat i score less marks. they have been extra like super extra pressurising me to study but since July ion even feel like and even if i get 45/50 they scold me! my friend scored 46 and compared me to her... my tution teacher told my parents that i dont pay attention in the class nor tuition just because i yawn... and because of that my parents have been extra pressurising me. i dont even get free time.. of my own.. always telling me to study (im in 9th grade). my mom's getting a lot over controlling now. she asked me to delete ig cuz its a "distraction" when its the only one app which makes me feel like yeah im doing well (tho ik im addicted) In July 2023, i once accidentally posted a meme of my teacher (not made by me) on my story and a bitch snitched on me and told her and the teacher complained the principal and she called my dad! and i got real bad scolding in a very harsh tone by my dad i swear... after dat day i have never been the same. they dont even trust me when i say it wasnt me who made it. i lost my appetite... i lost my energy. I WAS JUST WASNT THE SAME. i almost blacked out in the middle of shopping... my mom tells me she should have killed me when i was born. i should have been born as a cow not human and if i was she would have beat me up in the worst possible way. she runs behind me with a heated pressure cooker and knife etc if we even get in an argument. today she picked up my guitar to hit me. before it was a chair. my parents threaten to rot me, lock me up, break my legs, hands etc. my mom says im not worthy to be a human and when i say her the things which she says me she's triggered and wants to hit me. and i cant even justify/explain myself because that's considered talking back. cant shut the door for gods sake. one time it slipped from my mouth that i might be in depression infront of my mum and all she said was "dats why u gotta study" "what pain/sadness do you have? do you not get food? clothing? shelter? do we not provide you with everything you need" my parents forbad me to take part in any extra curricular activities and forcing me to take part in quizes and what not, like debates? competition regarding intellect which ive absolutely no interest in...plus watching yt explanation videos is also not allowed atm DUDE IM SO DONE.. i cant even visit my friends, nor go out w them... i cant even tell my dad im using insta...i cant even tell them ab my male friends, cant even introduce my male seniors (who are like my brothers) to them, cant invite them over either...its an unending list.. i wished to write more but nvm! thanks for reading :) i hope you are having an amazing day/night <3 with regards - T ps im from India
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error-soup · 3 days
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why does getting better feel worse. wtf is up with that
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chaotic-being · 4 months
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Honestly, fuck that psychiatrist. She immediately rules out BPD because I'm a minor?? I know borderlines my age who have been clinically diagnosed. She ignores that I have pretty much all the symptoms of BPD and the fact that my mom, my aunt (who has worked with borderlines), and my therapist are all pretty sure I have it.
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3dayspastbedtime · 5 months
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
I AM MENTALLY ILL.
WE MET TODAY.
I NEED TO BE STOPPED.
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Nickname: Dollie Age: 28 Gender: Demigender (female) MBTI: INTP
Disorders: Borderline Personality Disorder traits, Clinical Depression, Generalized Anxiety, PTSD, ADHD
Interests: Weed, writing, philosophy, reading, art, astrology, animals, horror, coffee, psychology Games I Play: Blizzard games, Fortnite, Destiny 2, ESO
What do I Post?: Any damn thing I want, pretty much. Mental health posting is sprinkled in (it's a personal blog), so approach with care. The pinned post is your ONLY warning. I'll also post any weird thoughts I have and stuffs.
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dontwanttolive · 8 months
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My hyperfixation is my fp, my fp is my bf. It's really difficult when I can't distract myself when he's not RIGHT BESIDE ME. I wish he knew how much I need him in the same room as me. I can barely stand him talking to other people when he's in the same room as me on a bad day. My mind goes instantly to "he doesn't care about me" "he doesn't love me."
Especially when he's talking with his ex's. I trust him when he says he's not cheating on me, but I think he still love them, and he probably does.
I'm in so much pain mentally that I have physical pain in my heart.
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st4rvingvampy · 1 year
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Okay, examining myself, my family, the people I've related to heavily over the years, my relationships (platonic & romantic) etc. I've concluded that I might have bpd/eupd, I'm obviously nor gonna self diagnose but I can't see a psychiatrist rn bc my dad always forgets I need one lmao and I just wanna know what's "wrong" with me
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yourhealingjournal · 2 years
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you can always start again. clean up your socials, make new playlists, donate clothes you no longer wear. try out a new recipe, move to a new city and make new friends, pick up new hobbies you never thought of before. there is no limit to how many times you can press the reset button. it's okay to change and start over. you don't need anyone's permission to do it.
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