Surviving the day behind thick glass only lasts until sleep takes over. When The Armours Are Dropped… explores the raw reality of dissociation, night terrors, and the memories that wait in the dark—featured in Edge of Humanity Magazine.
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A Book With Loose Pages…
The brain builds its own prisons long before we ever understand what we are locked inside of. This is how a child learned to bargain with terror, how disorders built their walls, and what happens when the pages refuse to stay bound.
The Good, The Bad, And The Lost…
A defense mechanism is a brilliant, ruthless thing. It stops the bad from destroying you, but it doesn’t know how to keep out only the dark—it takes the light, too. This is about emotional amnesia, the architecture of survival, and what happens when the armour protects you so well that nothing gets through anymore.
Who Is Studying Who?…
You see my disorders and think it’s interesting to catch a glimpse inside my head. But while you’re busy studying a specimen, all the time I’m studying you right back. Because you are as foreign to me as I am to you.
OCD Rules…
Living with two disorders that pull in opposite directions is a constant clash. They are polar opposites in every way, yet they meet at the exact same point: dissociation. This poem is about the one that takes the wheel—the absolute ruler, OCD.
The Ghost In The Glass…
When trauma shuts the system down, survival comes at a heavy cost. Derealisation strips the emotion from my past, turning even my happiest memories into fake, distant echoes. I am left living entirely in a hollow present, reaching for a life that feels like it belongs to someone else. My memories are all there, boxed and stacked. I can look at them but I can’t ever feel them. This is how it all began, with the one memory that stays awfully real.
Dear Me…
My childhood was hard—I’m not going to lie. My OCD began around the age of four, which shows how traumatic those years were. I was reaching for anything to help me survive, and my brain settled on counting, prayers and rules. It brought me through, but those compulsions never let go and remain with me to this day. My BPD didn’t surface until I was around eleven. So this piece is for my OCD.
Am I Real?…
Dissociation and emotional amnesia make my life feel like a movie playing for an empty room. I wrote this while sitting on the other side of the glass, viewing a life I’m supposed to live but mostly just watch pass me by.
When…
No one ever understands me but maybe reading this might help. One half of my disorders. BPD. If these words resonated with you, consider liking or subscribing to follow along with future poems.