I hate who I am sometimes.
I just want to be happy without feeling this dark undertone.

I'm head over heels. Getting here was a little bumpy, but communication led to resolutions that are working out just fine. He's trying and that's what matters. That he cares to try. And really, I'm impressed. I'm not as scared of that love word anymore. I still stutter over it sometimes, but I'm getting used to letting it out. It's a good feeling. ( Read more... )

My mind is a whirlwind ( Read more... )

Therapy came up with Borderline traits, but most likely I'm suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. So I was half right, ha ( Read more... )

In 13 hours I will be starting therapy again. In 13 hours I will be face to face with a doctor telling her that I'm almost sure I have bpd, and in 13 hours, I will be starting on this new journey that I've taken many times, in different forms ( Read more... )

and I don't want to be frozen anymoreFor all the things I've been through, and done, and experienced... I have no idea how to handle myself in this situation. It's been too long since I've felt this way, and it's a scary, out of control sort of feeling. It's grasping at straws. It's feeling 15 again. It's being scared to death of being hurt, ( Read more... )

It's only just a crush, it'll go away ( Read more... )

I have a soft spot for trouble ( Read more... )

I'm on my last half pill of Celexa that I'm trying desperately not to take, because I don't have any refills left. After 3 or more years of being on 80mgs, then weaning myself off, I'm finally at an end. I notice a huge change in myself, even throughout the almost constant withdrawal symptoms. I feel things differently, definitely. I'm a lot more ( Read more... )

I have an appointment with the therapist. An actual, physical first step.
I'm ready to tear out my core if it means creating something good, if it means I don't hurt anyone else. I have potential to be amazing or horrible, and I'm tired of being horrible.

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