Splitting is a defense mechanism often used by people who suffer from BPD or other trauma to turn a situation into a complete black or white situation to cope with pain or suffering.
My BPD: Splitting
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Posted by in Personl Blog Poetry: Love is a Greedy Bitch
Posted by in Poetry Who is this ambiguous figure
That contorts and lingers into
Green, eyes pried to the side
For intended hurt pride;
The Dichotomy of Sexuality and Self-Esteem
Posted by in Personl Blog Sexuality is a complicated subject for me. I grew up very sheltered and innocent, so sex has long been associated with shame and fear in my mind. When I began to come of age, I interpreted my yearnings and urges to be a longing for love. I associated sensuality and affection for acts of love…Read more »
Poetry: touch me; Please don’t
Posted by in Poetry What is it to yearn?
I’ve learned that a touch, a caress
Can be the most painful of sensations.
Mental Illness Awareness Week: Dissociation
Posted by in Personl Blog, Poetry Dissociation is a Psychology term for a group of symptoms, usually caused by trauma, that include depersonalization, amnesia, feelings of numbness and disengagement.
Poetry: Oasis
Posted by in Poetry Unfamiliar are the whispers that drone the air.
My hair gently brushes cheek to tickle lashes,
My fickle happiness no longer a slashing wind-
Tunnel funneling smiles into putrid bile.
No, I just might stay here a while….
Poetry: Forgive me, Forever
Posted by in Poetry I may be defective, but I will try and try again, forever.
Ripples
Posted by in Poetry Ripples A single Seed Of water plucks Harp strings; Liquid flutters Like blooming kisses Of bubble music. Feet feel Slippery rocks Beneath; Smoothed by souls Before me, But not so many To grate them to sand. Pressure Like the lumps In my throat; Every stone a Gag in my step Until I reach Sand submerged…Read more »
Poetry: please make them stop
Posted by in Personl Blog please make them stop They follow As I swallow gulps of hazy regrets Set in the unsettling of my stomach When my back gets wet and mouth dry In a heaving crying sigh of longing For relief. I want to keep the fantasy Alive, striving to sleep at night, Unmoved by the black spirits That…Read more »
