I’ll believe it’s a scary time for men the day fathers regularly teach their sons that if they’re attacked, they should scratch the perpetrator so that if they die at least we’ll have the killer’s DNA.
Remember when I owned a home and I could smoke on my back deck in my underwear? I definitely took that for granted, honey, cause now that I live in an apartment, that ain’t an option 🙄🙄
Ever since I was diagnosed with BPD last week, I’ve been reading about it a lot and a lot of the things I read about people with BPD are the things I hate most about myself. This is a really fucked up feeling.