Forged in the shadow of early turmoil, emotional detachment becomes both a shield and a survival strategy. This poem traces the arc of a life constructed behind an armour-protected fortress—where human relationships are viewed with distant, calculated precision, and sentimentality holds no power.
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Too Much…
A piece on trauma, neurodivergence, and self-preservation. To anyone who finds raw honesty uncomfortable: I don’t write to play it safe. This poem is a manifesto for anyone who has ever been told they are “too much.” It is better to be too much than too little.
Part One: The Three; OCD, BPD & Me…
I do not have split personalities but my mind has three distinct forces. There is Me, my OCD-who I call the Professor, and my BPD-who I call the Aggressor. I’d love to say we’ve learned to live in harmony but that’s not how this story goes.
Different…
I joined BPD groups for like minded people but soon realised that although they were so very similar, in other ways they were worlds apart. Also having OCD makes me different. For them triggers and splits pass, for me, my whole life is dictated that way. We share symptoms but where theirs are temporary storms, mine form the entire foundation of how I exist day to day. They have a moment of black or white. I live that way 24/7. We share the same label but not the same reality.
Grateful Mind…
As much as having BPD and OCD has hindered me all of my life, they have also very much helped me. I never doubt, I logically plan and I create so much. I don’t even know ‘who’ I would be without them now.
OCD meet BPD…
I’ve lived with OCD for as long as I can remember. When BPD joined forces, the two found a chaotic way to coexist in my brain. They sometimes work together but often don’t. This poem is about how they meet: one setting the fire, and the other desperately trying to clean up the mess.
Battlefield…
How the brain adapts to survive when childhood feels like a battlefield.