Monday, 27 April 2020

relapse, recovery, re-relapse, re-recovery...

I say I am a recovered Borderline, I think it's true, then I don't.
My anxiety is at it worse in the last few years, new meds, new docs, hospital stays, at work, off on short term disability, my life is a mess, our family ever changing, people come, people go.
My childhood hurts come back with such a vengeance, I will be 47 fucking years old next week, why does everyone around me trigger these feelings of not being important enough, not good enough, why do I push myself to the extreme of exhaustion? Will there be peace in my battle for life, or will this war go on till my death?

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