one of the worst parts of BPD isn’t the splitting or the anger. It’s the total lack of emotional permanence. you can spend the whole day surrounded by people who love you people who show up, hold you, and say it out loud. But the exact second the door closes and you’re alone, it all evaporates.
It doesn’t just fade. It feels like it never existed. Your brain convinces you that you’ve always been this unloved, and you just forgot for a few hours
𑣲 tiny who insists they can watch "big kid" shows while regressed
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carer that knows they're definitely too tiny for them but playfully leans into the persistence
" ah yes yes that's right ! such a big kid , how could i forget ! " *puts on bluey anyway* 🐾 𑁤
/ silly ^^