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Hey guys! So I'm trying my best to keep blogging via the Blogger app, but it won't let me publish anything!!! I'll try my best to be back on here asap xoxo-TORH
It seems I've not written in quite some time. You see, a wind storm can strike at any moment and leave either twigs or torn up trees. It depends on the wind just as it depends in the tree. I am not a strong tree. I have strong roots, and it is promising that I will bloom again. Disaster can strike anywhere , and in my case it strikes with my heart. I am now 5 months pregnant, my 4 year old son has been in temporary custody of my aunt, however I am fighting to get him back. Fighting for my rights, for my children, for my heart. Sometimes it feels like I'm fighting for my sanity. But lo and behold; I am strong. I am rooted. I am still growing though I may only be a stump . My tree is strong . And it will take a strong , strong wind to knock me down . -Dev ( The runaway heart )
I've been rambling about random things lately, so I've decided to do a more honest entry, and give you all an update on what's been going on in my life. I almost feel like deleting some of my posts... the ones from the past, where I was suckered into honestly believing that my abusive ex was my prince charming, but then I remind myself... There are almost 4 thousand of you reading this, and some of you go back to the beginning, you wouldn't understand me if it weren't for reading that, and a lot of you relate to that state I was in. So, please just note that I am a different person now, that I am not vulnerable nor am I naive. Thank you.
There's a lot of things that Doctors and mental health care professionals won't tell you about Borderline Personality Disoder... There's a lot of stigma, and a lot of stereotype, as well as horrible, heartbreaking amount of ignorance. I can't speak for everyone, but I will speak for myself, from my experiences with this misunderstood mental illness. SO many people assume that BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) is the band-aid diagnosis, that if a Psychiatrist runs a series of evaluations, and can't come to a full diagnosis of a clearly mentally ill patient, they'll just slap the good ol' BPD label on their chart. In my experience, that couldn't be farther from the truth. I knew something was... unique about me, even in my youth. I knew that I reacted to stress faster, and more intense than my peers, I felt emotions on such an intense high, or I went so numb that I felt nothing at all. I was different, out of place... I felt so alien. I had...
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