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“I don’t know what living a balanced life feels like. When I am sad, I don’t cry, I pour. When I am happy, I don’t smile, I glow. When I am angry, I don’t yell, I burn. The good thing about feeling in extremes, is when I love, I give them wings. But perhaps that isn’t such a good thing, cause they always tend to leave and you should see me, when my heart is broken. I don’t grieve, I shatter.”
— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
bpd culture is knowing most people will never love you as intensely as you love them but still feeling a little bitter about always being more invested in relationships than your partner
bpd is so unbearably lonely. you never feel like anyone loves you because they only care about the sanitized idea of you, the one you made up so people don't abandon you again. as soon as your messy symptoms show, suddenly you're not nearly as loveable. having bpd is to spend your whole life trying desperately to make yourself more palatable
I don’t care about it at all (I have carried its weight around like a rock on my chest since the very day it happened)
Nobody apologized for how they treated me they just blamed me for how I reacted
just gonna leave this here.
A little reminder that the "scary" neurodivergents belong in the community too. The ones with intrusive thoughts. The ones who seem self-centered.
The people with ocd, bpd, npd. Stuff like that. They belong here too.
it’s unfair how i always end up being the person that shows people how to love, how to care & communicate, how to fix themselves, how to treat someone the way they should be treated, i always end up being the savior, the one people say they’re grateful for, how i always have a special place in their hearts. do i exist solely to get ripped apart and be a lesson for people so they can move on and treat someone else what i begged to be treated? am i not worthy for the kind of love i give to people? am i not worthy to be someone’s special girl?
i think i’ll forever be the girl that taught people how to love, i’ll never be the one that’s loved. i’m not something people love for long
bpd&adhd culture is always feeling like you’re either too much or not enough so you do everything to not feel like it and you end up balancing between obsessive and not giving a fuck
you gotta love isolating yourself because you feel alone and then feeling even more alone because you’re isolating yourself
having bpd is actual hell on earth cause no one tries to fucking understand you and they write you off as being difficult and too much and they leave and we’re left with this fucking personality disorder that consumes my entire fucking existence and they act like its THEIR inconvenience that IM ill.
