Tag Archives: BPD

Just plainly numb

I think there is a set amount of shit and drama that the human brain can take before it just says, nope! and ceases to function. The drama relating to my brother and his behaviour continues to escalate, and I really am done with being involved in it all. After the initial “drama” of taking […]

Being pushed too far.

I honestly cannot, cannot do this any longer. For those who have followed this blog in the long term will know then historically I have had issues with both of my parents – not teen angst “I hate my life and my parents and everyone else” stuff, but more, discovering the ability to question, analyse, […]

Trichotillomania

From my early teens, I have had an obsession with plucking. Mainly my eyebrows to start with, and then extending to my chin and neck when I developed PCOS and started growing unwanted facial hair. It had become a kinda longstanding family joke, because after the first few years I no longer needed a tweezer […]

Only I could find a therapist with BPD!

So last thursday I had my second session with my new “private counsellor”. During the first one, she was talking about my BPD and she happened to say “we” when describing one of the symptoms. I did hear it, but chose not to question her on it at that point. During this appointment however, she […]

Thoughts on recovery

It has been such a long time since I really sat down and dedicated some time and headspace to this blog. It’s funny- I leant so much on it was ill, but now I find myself with lots of thoughts but being unable to put them down into something readable. Life seems to be quite […]

Glutton for punishment

I think the time has come to admit some home truths to myself and make some changes. I am going through life with one foot in the past and one in the present, leaving no foot free for the future, and until now I wasn’t ready to admit it to myself. But now I am. […]

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 […]