Tag Archives: parenting

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 […]

Breaking that cycle (pt. 2)

It’s been a strange old day. Christmas Eve, and myself and children, my brother and my sister (plus children) have spent most of the day together at our parents house. Various things have happened which have led me to some small but meaningful realisations. First of all, I just wanted to touch on my Dad. […]

It’s been a long time.

It’s been such a long time since I last posted. I keep trying to start a post, get distracted, or lose my way, and it ends up in drafts (and then subsequently deleted). I keep meaning to start posting more regularly, but life just gets away from me – which I guess is only a […]

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. […]

Breaking the cycle

“They say your life changes when you have a baby and they are right, but it is so, so much more than that. My daughter makes me question everything I ever knew about life, myself and the way I choose to interact with those around me. I used to think that you shouldn’t hold a […]

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 […]