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.
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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.
Love to Hate…
Although it’s hard to accept, because they’ve made my life so hard but my disorders really did save me.
Imagine…
A poem where I try to imagine how someone without BPD differs from me with BPD.
A story…
‘A Story’ is a raw, personal reflection on living with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) rooted in past childhood trauma.
When…
No one ever understands me but maybe reading this might help.
