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Tag Archives: homewood
be my borderline palentine
Hello, dear readers! This is just a small note of love and appreciation for those of you who support my work, writing, & weirdnesses, sent from housebound-me to magical-you. I’ve written a couple of essays recently that I think you’ll … Continue reading
I Was the Violent Kid Nobody Knew How to Deal With
I wish I could have a conversation with my childhood self, my teenage self. Although I have mostly accepted that the past cannot be changed, and some of the bad things I lived through are what led me to being … 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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