When is a turning point for BPD? When does it all just stop?” Her answer: “When one becomes utterly exhausted from all of the self-inflicted chaos that she just decides to give up all of her pride. All of her hurt. All of her resentment and residual pain. When she reaches this breaking point. Whether it be of loving someone significant enough to bring her from suffering or may it be she cannot bear to live one more moment in her own chaos. She will find sanctuary in her self and pull herself from the lifetime of darkness she has created.”
Originally posted on Femme Fatale:
I have not felt the urge to write lately. I have been allowing my heart to mess with my head thus reality and I had decided to lie doggo for the mean time until I pull myself out of this funk. I have been occupying my time trying to demassify my usual reclusive state with a new project; a local fanzine. I have also decided to drown in D&d 5th edition meets for the remainder of my free time. Hopefully this “fanzine” thing will become a more productive obsession versus my current relatively unhealthy one; B and his luscious D.
I am finally home after a long and hard trip to Oklahoma and Texas…. Oh and after spending three marvelous days with B. Well, two were marvelous one of them I once again murdered with my drunken belligerence. I keep telling myself I need to stop drinking yet…
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