You can choose to walk away from living with BPD, but I’m not going to do that.
When we meet again you bite your lip.
The cost is looking at our reflection and not being proud of accomplishments but seeing everything we lack looking back at us.
It’s never easy comforting someone when they confide in you that they are depressed.
I speak quickly, then wait For your cautious response. Your deliberate phrases Are steeped in compassion And brimming with truth.
My after is opposite. I weigh more today but I love myself more than I ever have. I care about myself and make healthier choices.
We may not have a choice about our diagnoses or actual situation, but the way we move forward and perceive the situation we have full control over. Make intentional efforts to focus on the healing instead of the struggle.
And I know social media is simply the glamorized versions of people’s lives. I know it’s not real.
People with anxiety don’t back down. We don’t stop. We don’t give up. Even when we have three panic attacks in a row. Even when we have to go to the ER just for someone to convince us that we aren’t dying. Even when we have to change medications over and over again.
I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder and I think it’s okay.