THE BPD WAS THERE ALL ALONG
I’m not out of the woods by a long shot. I’m in the forest, a thick forest, with lots of foliage and fog. I see a ray of sun blasting through the trees and branches. I have no idea which way to walk and how to get back to humanity. I define myself by how many tree trunks I’ve kicked along the way.
Along the way to where? Perhaps I am walking in circles? Perhaps I am getting myself deeper in? Which way to sanity? Find me reality and bake me a cake in the sun. I want out.
I don’t want out of life, I just want out of this maze.
Finding out that my husband is a Borderline Personality (BP) has shed so much light, that I’m inclined to believe that I am really close to the edge of the forest. I am closer to civilization than it seems. Just knowing!! Delicious knowing!!
Knowledge is the key to my sanity. I see you. I know you for who you really are. MASK IS OFF.
I know that I will reach my goal. Some day. I need to work towards it. It’s very hard to have patience.
They say patience is important and that IMPATIENCE causes more problems and blocks the process.
Process? What’s that?!