After four years I changed the background, the fonts, the size of the fonts, the arrangement of the pages of this blog and….eh…idk.
I’m probably gonna change it back.
After four years I changed the background, the fonts, the size of the fonts, the arrangement of the pages of this blog and….eh…idk.
I’m probably gonna change it back.
Any type of roller coaster analogy concerning bp is not a good one.
Roller Coasters are fun.
The high-speed nose-dives of the Texas Cyclone at the former Astroworld, in Houston, TX was one of the most exhilarating, exciting, happiest feelings I have.ever experienced.
This ain’t no fuckin roller coaster.
My goal is to stay alive until my badass story gets told.
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try again later.
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Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
Things I want to say about this, that, and the other thing.
"Eye Fly High"
Blogging About Psychotherapy from Chicago
I lived with and was married to a female malignant narcissist for 12 years who has BPD and HPD. I endured significant trauma, gas lighting, degrading comments and was left feeling worthless. Now I'm out, living with C-PTSD and watching my kids be treated like textbook Golden Child and Scapegoat children. My daily struggle to get them the hell away from her claws. Have questions, comments, advice? Ask, tell, share. I am here to recover.
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