Poem – Changing


She hold’s her head high and laughs

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change (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)

(her tears won’t fall any more)

She puts on a pretty dress and dances
(her legs won’t walk any more)

She raise her voice and sings
(her words won’t speak any more)

She gives her body and loves
(her heart won’t feel any more)

She parties hard and fast
(her life won’t live any more)

But then when she expects it least…

Her tears flow
(She has found release)

Her legs stride
(She has found strength)

Her words flow freely
(She has found courage)

Her heart beats
(She has found happiness)

Her life moves on
(She has found freedom)

Change is a choice, not an option, and only you can do it…

My life… A portrait in fiction


She stumbles and falls… she picks herself up, dusts herself off and continues ploughing forward. Steady determination but heavy heart and tear streaked face. Continue reading

On my way back to blogging


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bpd (Photo credit: Jackal1)

Once again it has been some time since I lasted posted properly on here, okay I popped a post up on Friday but you know what I mean ;)

Initially I stopped posting because my motivation to write anything at all was gone but as time has gone on I have realised that it is more that I am in a different place now than I was…

Posting daily was (I believe) another symptom of my BPD, but (as discussed with and agreed with by my therapist) I have been virtually symptom free of BPD (with only a few minor slips) for the best part of the last 3 months now, and especially the last month… Continue reading