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22

Jul

This is on my mother’s grave. It was her favourite verse. Miss her so much :’-(

(Source: racetojannah)

deaths-peak:

sunnnfloweerr:

elenamorelli:

{ fields of gold }

Meeee

Sunflowers mean so much to me… it’s deep.

20

Jul

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

bisexualbpd:

roses-burn-bright:

It’s always okay to lean on me if you need. I’m here for each and every one of you.

bisexualbpd

Me too.  Geez, please feel free to reach out and ask for help or whatever…I’m here if you need me.  

(Source: prisonofsociety)

19

Jul

This cute friendly cat comes round our garden at 10pm every day now. I think it has an owner but I don’t know for sure, there’s no collar. I always give it some food even though my mother in law says I shouldn’t and I could end up in court (um, ok, if you say so!). But screw what she thinks. I like cats and this one seems so hungry I don’t have the heart not to feed it. Anyway the MIL always feeds any cats that come into her garden as well as her own, so as usual, it’s one rule for her and another for me.

This cute friendly cat comes round our garden at 10pm every day now. I think it has an owner but I don’t know for sure, there’s no collar. I always give it some food even though my mother in law says I shouldn’t and I could end up in court (um, ok, if you say so!). But screw what she thinks. I like cats and this one seems so hungry I don’t have the heart not to feed it. Anyway the MIL always feeds any cats that come into her garden as well as her own, so as usual, it’s one rule for her and another for me.

BPD in a nutshell.

anotherdeaddaddyallegory:

I don’t get tired; I get suicidal.
I don’t get annoyed; I get enraged.
I don’t get frustrated; I get suicidal.
I don’t get nervous; I dissociate.
I don’t get guilty; I get suicidal.
I don’t get happy; I get ambivalent.
I don’t get withdrawn; I get suicidal.
I don’t get suspicious; I get paranoid.

18

Jul

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fluffyadvice:

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17

Jul

Borderline Personality Disorder Problem #126

mybpdblog:

bpdproject:

Eventually realising that the only person who can help you is yourself; then freaking out because that prospect is too overwhelming to have to live with.

It can be done, I’ve never given myself enough credit for being super capable in the face of mental health problems. I’m better than I think I am at coping and I’m learning to ask for help when I really do need it. I’ve got this, we’ve all totally got this.

16

Jul

15

Jul

funnyandhilarious:

The Happiest Smiling Cat In The Universe »
bananas-ooo:

I think about it all the time. I always thought it was an easy way, it is a very accessible method of suicide. I did impulsively run quite a few times through oncoming traffic, nothing bad happened. I did it to feel the fear in the risk and realise that I didn’t care. I wanted to face that and scream to the world that I could take it. I can’t explain the emotion the emotion properly. But it was exhilarating to run, dicing with death and at the times, seemingly the only way out. The only time I was serious and wanted to end it just to escape the distressing pain in my head I called an ambulance rather than jump into the road. But now I just look and the road and think about jumping infront of cars.

bananas-ooo:

I think about it all the time. I always thought it was an easy way, it is a very accessible method of suicide. I did impulsively run quite a few times through oncoming traffic, nothing bad happened. I did it to feel the fear in the risk and realise that I didn’t care. I wanted to face that and scream to the world that I could take it. I can’t explain the emotion the emotion properly. But it was exhilarating to run, dicing with death and at the times, seemingly the only way out. The only time I was serious and wanted to end it just to escape the distressing pain in my head I called an ambulance rather than jump into the road. But now I just look and the road and think about jumping infront of cars.

(Source: mind-gone-numb)