bpd, Mental health diaries

Your words 

October 23, 20151 Comment
The things I wish I had said to the words that hurt me most
Just a list of things people have said over the last three years il never forget,

although they probably did not realise how painful they were to me.

These words I think about every single day over and over again and the replies I was screaming in my head wishing I had the strength to say.


Firstly we don’t have a home

secondly, play a game? Living in my head is a million miles away from a fucking few rounds of monopoly,

thirdly, have you ever been in such a bad place you feel a burden to the whole world and that you just make things worse? The ones you love are better of without you?

I know I’m a mother

Yes I have just attempted to take my life

in a moment of madness I thought I was doing it for my children so they didn’t have to be put through this world of mine anymore! Instead of shouting at me why not ask me why I’m so sad or how I got to the point I felt this was my only way out?
Let’s be honest tho you’re only making it up to get housed and for the benefits, fair play to you girl, everyone knows this bpd and bipolar business is a load of crap that some lazy spoilt brat put a name to as an excuse for been lazy attention seekers with a sob story to moan about!
I don’t even know where to fucking start you uneducated moron, I would chop of my own arms and legs not to feel the way I do, and if you ever knew me at all you would know money, bricks and materials mean nothing to me and the people I hate most in the world are those that think these items are what they need most, when in fact the best things in life are absolutely free!


Shall I go on?

This statement was actually from a very close family member
Will you ever see a happy day?
I can only wish!

And I wish someone could answer that for me!!!!
You really are proper hot but you know your problem? you know it to much and you use it to get your own way, it bores me when you make out your insecure
Oh my fucking God are you for real, I can not even look in a mirror I hate the person that looks back at me, I haven’t hid in my house for two years because I think I’m to sexy for society to cope with.

Are you willing to give me an example of me getting my own way?

I can name a time…..

Not fucking once ever!
You have changed and I don’t like the person you have become
In other words

I lost 4 stone,

you put on 4 stone

your jealous I’m not the fat friend anymore!

Don’t hate me because you ain’t me, as my friend you should have been proud of me for working so hard!
I let my guard down with you and for what? Your emotionless with a heart made of stone, it feels like I’m lying next to someone that hates me

am I that repulsing to you that you can not kiss me or put an arm around me, I give you my all and get absolutely nothing back, you have broken me!
You couldn’t be further from the truth, if I’m completely honest I’m madly head of heels in love with you and that’s why I can not come near you,

Love makes me scared

It makes me scared in more ways than you could possibly imagine,

love gives you and the rest of the world happiness and experience good emotions

Love makes me feel pain, worry, fear, anxious, and completely out of my comfort zone, I become extremely vulnerable knowing my thoughts are controlled by someone else, and because of this somehow it massively changes my everyday behaviour, I dedicate myself into controlling everything else around me

I develop obsessions just to feel in charge of something

e.g eating, cleaning, working non stop etc etc I could go on but I’m sure that’s a good enough reason for me to be a fucking ice queen
If you were a stranger in a club I would have no problem kissing you!

I’m such a fuck up!

bpd, Mental health diaries, Therapy

Dear mike

October 29, 2015

Dear Mike

I’m writing to you in response of your letter, although you never asked me to I just felt the urge to pick up a pen and start writing my thoughts as I know il probably never recall them again.

First off my initial thought was to pick up a pen and start correcting your letter, not by the information you had included but to mark incorrect spellings, and use of grammar punctuation and the things that are completely irrelevant.

Why? I don’t know but have a few ideas,

was it because I wanted to patronise or belittle you once again battling for control?

was it a way to feel good about myself trying to remember there are parts of me i often forget when I look in the mirror I forget the good things I have achieved in my life, this been the more academic side I don’t have a chance to use anymore.

Was I trying to think about anything but the content itself as a way of rejecting my feelings and focusing on something irrelevant?

Whatever the reason i was left feeling judgemental guilty and well basically a nasty bitch!
The second reason for my letter comes from my desire to move forward in my life and try to recognise what went wrong and deal with theses problems during our sessions so hopefully I can find a better and happier way of living.

I constantly feel like my mind is over crowded with different memories, thoughts and feelings that somehow when I’m asked about these or try to decide my self what these are nothing comes out I just feel pressured and my mind goes blank, maybe trying to write some down may work for me, anything is worth a go, I have a million thoughts but nothing to talk about.

When you first read your letter to me I tried my best not to listen, after my initial try not to crack up laughing standard response.

I heard the words you spoke but didn’t hear much of what you were actually saying if you see what I mean, the typical in one ear out the other springs to mind.

This happens a lot.

It took 4 attempts over 3 days for me to get through and read the whole letter itself, i would get a few lines in and feel overwhelmed by emotions I didn’t want to feel, I would get a huge lump in my throat and tears just started to stream from my eyes without warning and I would put the letter down and forget it for that time, it was so frustrating I really wanted to read it, you had asked me to try myself during the week, so i that’s what I was trying to do, I was getting angry at myself “why can’t I do this simple task”

In the end I decided with myself I was going to do it, and for the first time ever I decided I needed to put myself through some uncomfortable and painful feelings and whatever emotions I would feel, however much I was going to cry I needed to just let it in allow myself to cry just for the short time it would take to read two pages of a letter, no one was looking, no one would know and i don’t ever have to do it again if I don’t want…..
So I read the letter.

As soon as I picked it up knowing I was doing it, I started to cry I felt so uncomfortable and silly but I went with it and carried on to read, cry and examine each and every word you had written, i felt terrified recognising my own life that I’ve never even acknowledged or tried to acknowledge before.

After finishing I sat for a while and let myself cry, First off I cried for myself, I’ve never done this before I’ve never felt sorry for me or realised how effected I am by my troubled upbringing, secondly I cried for my mum, I feel I’m betraying her in my therapy, I feel selfish and attention seeking blaming my problems on her, in reality deep down I know she properly doesn’t mean or intend to hurt me so much, she maybe is so selfish she can not recognise how her parenting has effected myself and my future, how it’s shaped me my sister and brothers and lives we would go on to lead.

I often ask myself what kind of childhood did she have to shape her as the person she is, why didn’t she ask for help, why couldn’t she seek help for the sake of her children the way I am, surely anyone deep down knows what’s right or wrong what’s important or not! I wish I could ask her all the questions I ask myself everyday but not in a million years would I dare even consider it.

My plan was to write in response to each point you have made but in fact when I started writing i have just gone with whatever came out and that just been everything I felt by reading it not all of the things talked about but how overwhelming this one task has been and all of the memory’s and painful experiences I’ve let come to the surface, it’s been a hard week and my mind has been in over drive but in a sense iv found it a relieving exercise even if it has been painful and hard to think about, I feel excited about our sessions and what I can possibly take from them.

I couldn’t possibly write down everything this one letter has made me want to talk about there is not enough hours before our next session in between being a parent, having a spotless home and all the shitty meetings I have to attend so thankfully for us both I will just leave it there and fingers crossed il strap a pair on and be brave enough to read this to you, or even tell you I have written it, but who knows what I will do when Tuesday comes around, it’s a long way of in my world.

I’m going to end my letter by thanking you, although if I do manage to read this to you I’m probably feeling very embarrassed right now I’m not very good with things like thanking people, I get so overwhelmed by kindness I mostly shut myself off and seem to display the opposite and act in an ungrateful way as if I hadn’t even recognised it or completely disregarded someone else’s kindness towards me, that couldn’t be further from the truth I’m just uneasy or have no idea how to accept it

Thank you for putting up with me, my lateness and my potty mouth, thank you for taking time out to write me a letter that has done for me more than you can possibly realise or had expected, I know last session I said you have done it because in theory you are paid to do it, but I didn’t actually truly mean what I said, I just became overwhelmed knowing you had actually sat down and thought about me and my life, you haven’t treated me as a name or number or talked a load of shit to get through our sessions as quick as possible, I think that I have a good judgement of character and you do genuinely care and want to help me make sense of my life, our relationship so far is one I have never had before, in theory you are a stranger iv known a few short weeks but somehow I’m able to feel comfort with you without feeling judged I’m able to tell you things iv never told myself let alone anyone else, I’m excited although scared to see the final results and what il take from this therapy



the best psychopathic mental patient in the world ever……

bpd, love, Mental health diaries

You think I don’t care….  maybe I just struggle to show you 

I love youDear k

Thank you loving me for who I am. Thanks for making me laugh and smile when i’m sad or have a bad day. I still get excited when I see your name pop up on my phone. You’re always on my mind

You’re all I want, all I need. You’re my whole entire world.

 I know I’m not the best, but I’ll always be here for you if you let me.

 You’re the first and last person I want in my life. No amount of distance, pain, fights or differences in opinion can break us.

You are my best friend, you are on my mind every second, every minute, every hour, every day and every single time I blink.

You fill the space that has been missing all this time, you make me complete .

I know I ask a lot but Please stay by my side forever, I cannot possibly think of loving anyone else the way I love you and I cannot imagine my life without you

 Id never trust anyone, but you I trust.

You know my darkest secrets and my happiest moments you see me more often at my worst than at my best. You might not realize this but you and me just click. You are my strength and my weakness, my joy and my headache, I am so thankful And glad that every morning I wake up and think about you and every night I dream about you. I will always and forever love you even when words can not say it, I hope you will know this.

 You make me so happy, I sometimes stare at you, (I do that a lot) and every time I do you make me smile, you make me feel so important and the luckiest girl in the world.

I know we’ve been through a lot already, with and without each other, But it was all a test and I truly think we are going to become better than most because of that, we both know what hurt feels like, what it feels like to not want to wake up, what it’s like to be treated like a mug and an invisible person.
All of it was just sent to us to test, to ensure that we would be the best we can be in life and be grateful for what we have in each other, we both deserve to now be happy. 

I know I don’t always show you what I feel, it’s just a little new to me expressing myself and my emotions I am learning along the way and I’m sure you are to, I will just be a call, text, chat, or message away. I’ll always be here for you. 


I want you to know how much I appreciate all of the things you do for me. you make me feel needed, wanted, and cared about. You are absolutely amazing. the most amazing person I have ever met. You always make sure i’m smiling, laughing, and having a good time. When I am in your arms i feel so safe and it makes me think I am the luckiest girl in the world to have such an amazing boyfriend. You have the most caring heart.

For once in my life I feel wanted. It is unbelievable how I can be myself around you and feel so close to you, I feel like You are the other part of me.

With all the tears and trouble we’ve been through its worth it because I got to share my heart with you! You’ve opened my eyes to love and true happiness! I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life like I am certain about us!

I’m sorry I fuck up.

Please promise me that you will always know you are loved!

Forget about the ones that hurt you and please don’t let them take any more of your thoughts, your worth so much more than they will ever realise, and probably more than you realise yourself.

I have you and you will always have me……

 that is all that will ever matter


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