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Tag Archives: bpd
Take Care
When I went to Chicago last March, I got tattooed by Alana Robbie. In 2010, she tattooed a Greyhound bus on my left arm, and this time, she tattooed TAKE CARE on my knuckles. I’d written down hundreds of knuckle … Continue reading
To be true to my own weirdnesses.
450 days sober. Celebrating by buying books on borderline personality disorder, and having a brief freak-out in a public place that resulted in me destroying private property. Anxiety & insanity are keeping me away from my friends right now and … Continue reading
Be Your Own Therapist
Today marks one month since I got out of Homewood, a local treatment centre. In some ways, it feels like I was just there yesterday, and in others, it feels like a year has passed. Time moves in strange ways … Continue reading
What’s Your Diagnonsense?
Borderline Personality Disorder, that’s what. Here’s what I knew about BPD before being diagnosed: – more women than men receive this diagnosis – many argue BPD does not actually exist – it’s often viewed as the last resort diagnosis; given … Continue reading
Hospital Girl Has Left the Building
I am writing after having spent the last two months in a treatment centre for mental health. I did not have a crisis that led me there; well, I did, but it was a long time ago. I had been … Continue reading
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