I’m bad at this. Trying to brave face it through so much physical pain is one thing and I haven’t been successful. But trying to brave face it through emotional pain is far harder, and I am at a loss of how to try and fix myself. I can use all of the skills I have been taught, I can practice being mindful, I can keep a journal. All of those things mean nothing when all you want to do is sit in it. Nobody tells you that in therapy. Nobody tells you how difficult it is sometimes to just put one foot in front of the other. To lift your head when it’s comfortably nestled on your chest. The colour leaves your life and you didn’t even notice when it left. I’m so tired.
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I am at the tail-end of my thirties, starting afresh as a singleton, moving into my own place by myself for the first time in my life, all while navigating life after lockdowns and living with Borderline Personality Disorder. This blog will be my journal. Some little bits about me to get you started. I love Godzilla, pizza, animals (except frogs), reading and vodka. View all posts by Abominable Bell Blog