Tag Archives: Borderline

The importance of the mother figure (and other life lessons)

“I have been able to identify a behaviour pattern throughout my life of “seeking” mother figures of whom I could emotionally connect with. The pattern goes as follows: 1) I meet someone who I perceive to be a “mother figure” (traditionally the right age and disposition) 2) I strike up a close friendship with them […]

So where does borderline begin?

As always, I have been doing a lot of thinking, and as I watch my parents with my young daughter, things seem to be becoming a little clearer in my mind. When looking at how a condition like BPD develops, I do believe that there are many elements to each case – firstly you start […]

Happy 3 year blog anniversary to me… je ne regrette rien!

Today wordpress informed me that I have been blogging for three years! Yay to me! When I first started blogging I was a completely different person to the person I am today. I was in the midst of my borderline induced breakdown, I was unstable and life was pretty bleak. Over the last three years, […]

2015 – A new start.

Hi Guys! Well, it’s been quite a while since I last posted, and a lot has happened in that time. On November 12th 2014 I gave birth to my beautiful daughter, Evelyn Poppy. I won’t go into the details save to say birth is pretty horrendous, but it is true when they say you forget […]

New Blog

Hi Guys! So there is going to be a lot of changes in my life over the coming months, so I have decided to set up a separate blog, to discuss everything that is going on (and save clogging up the newsreel of my existing followers who aren’t interested!). I will still be using this […]

An update on life, death, babies and boyfriends.

It’s been so long and I have so much to update you on, I will try to keep this in some type of format and not make it too boring! 1) Dad Last month I wrote about how the hormone treatment for my dads prostate/bone cancer was no longer working, and that he needed chemotherapy. […]

I am weak.

I am sitting in my car outside the residential home which is home to, amongst others, my great Aunt Thelma. The reason I am here is that she is dying. I am one of those terrible people who never visits their relatives when they go into care. Its NOT that I don’t care, because I […]