#happy bpd awareness month

[hacked-by-jake]

It's this time again, for me, very important so a couple of words: Happy Borderline Personality Disorder Awareness Month to all my fellow bpdler out there. 💚 We deserve to be seen and we deserve to be heard. You're not a monster. You deserve love just like everyone else. And you deserve kindness. What you don’t deserve is to be confronted with stigma every single day and to be hated because you have serious and painful mental health problems. It might be hard to believe but I care about you and your wellbeing. You're wonderful. Don't give up. You are so much more capable than you think. And you are truly a bright light on this earth. I see you fighting every second and I'm proud of you. You should be proud of yourself as well. 💚

#happy borderline personality awareness month #mental health awareness #bpd awareness #bpd awareness month #actually bpd #actually borderline #hbj can't be here right now that's why a queue called nymos takes over #hbj talks #personal #not dw

[pinkumiilku]

ah oui. ze borderline personality dizorder.

#happy bpd awareness month you sad motherfuckers #bpd #starcloud rants

[entry35]

brother cologne approaching me at top speeds

#i'm happy. scent language is a love language #my fp who is not my brother but also very much is #i'm happyyyyy #happy bpd awareness month witness me #tower of babble

[borderline-culture-is]

not bpd culture but may is bpd awareness month!

Happy BPD awareness month guys

You guys are awesome and I hope you all are doing good

You are all valid and loved!!!!

P.S. we will answer requests submissions again tonight, we've been a bit busy

- ollie & co

#not culture #bpd awareness #bpd awareness month

[vellichorsdesire]

it’s may, so happy bpd awareness month to all the bpd selfshippers out there 💗 remember that your f/o(s) will gladly stay by your side, no matter what and no matter how hard it gets. you’ll never be a burden to them and your symptoms don’t scare them away.

#sincerely a fellow bpd selfshipper <3 #also we deserve 1000000000000 dollars in our bank accounts. thanks #self ship #self ship community #self shipping community #self ship positivity

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for selling my ex-friend's stuff? (TW: Brief mention of sexual assault)

[⛅ for recognizability]

I (NB, 20) had a friend who we will call M (F, 25) two years ago. She moved to my country, mostly for personal reasons and to be close to her at-the-time gf, and I lived in a small town a couple of hours away via public transport.

M has BPD, and after she and her girlfriend broke up after just a few months together IRL, started spiraling into a psychotic episode. I don't really blame her, and I was a bad friend during that period too (I have severe anger management issues), but I bacame sort of D's maid?

She would call me at any time of the day demanding my presence even though I had a hard time leaving my place, due to severe anxiety and the fact that is kind of isolated, and transportation is not available at all times of day.

I would be the main person cleaning her house, despite not living in it. One time I didn't show up for two weeks bc I was dealing with my grandmother's cancer, and then, I had to eradicate a fungal infection from her sink.

She moved a lot of times bc she was living off AirBnBs, and I had to package all her stuff. Sometimes she left me alone in the process.

I would have to order take out for her, becouse she refused to cook and also didn't want to do the necessary process for being able to order it herself.

We had about six months of that, before M tried something with me that was trigger (and she was aware it was, we had talked about this) even after I said no multiple times. I tried to work out my friendship with M afterwards, and continued to help them through their situation, but two months afterwards she moved back to her country of origin, being mostly alone here.

Now, I have about 7 square meters of space in my current living situation, and M left me a lot of her stuff + an exotic pet "to return to her if she ever came back". It physically could not fit in my room.

A few weeks after she left I asked if she wanted it shipped, and she said I could throw it away for all she cared about. Taking it as a sing she didn't want it anymore, I got in contact with her ex and returned her items, rehomed her pet to a loving family (the current owner is a vet who specializes on her spices, and I did a tourough fallow up), and sold the rest of Ms stuff that I had no use for, outside of some objects I knew had sentimental value to her.

Two years later, she is asking for all of it back. I told her I don't have all of it anymore, but would be happy to mail her what I still have out of my own pocket. She got mad and called me all sorts of awful shit, what should I do?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[rweoutofthewoods]

Happy BPD awareness month :)

It’s BPD awareness month and I’ve always tried to use my little fanfic platform to educate people on it and also help those with it feel less alone. So I will be posting a BPD related fic this month. Also maybe walking back through some parts of ppp with more in depth explanations and context, so if anyone has any questions or suggestions what to talk about about things in ppp or about bpd in general, I am opening the floor and happy to talk my shit about it.

I think BPD is very misunderstood and villainized. people will say mental health matters but when it’s not the few accepted manifestations of mental illness or it’s hard to swallow, people often don’t stand by it. BPD can be absolutely debilitating, embarrassing and life-ruining. I decided to write about it at a time when I felt constantly misunderstood and out of control and I’m glad I did. From the time I started posting pathological people pleaser I’ve heard so many people’s stories and those who felt seen by my representation of BPD and it’s so special to me that I’ve been able to touch people, whether that’s in helping you understand yourself or loved ones with BPD.

I will never stop talking about BPD and I try to be as honest as possible because it’s important to me to spread what it’s really like and combat misinformation without glossing over it. And I really am grateful fanfic gives me the opportunity to do that, even just in my little bubble. Take care of yourselves, give a loved one a hug. happy BPD awareness month and happy Tuesday 🫶

[rabidfella]

Happy bpd awareness month guyssss cuz im very fucking aware and one minor inconvenience away of shooting my brains out🤗🤗🤗

#mental health #bpd problems #bpd thoughts #shitpost #actually bpd #favourite person #bpd #bpd culture is #bpd safe #bpd rage

[porcelain-rob0t]

happy bpd awareness month to all the borderlines <3

#bpd #borderline personality disorder #bpd awareness month #bpd positivity

[hacked-by-jake]

Happy borderline personality disorder awareness month! 💚

#due to personal reasons :) #And for reasons; for my bpd beauties #you are amazing #you deserve love #we deserve awareness! 💚 #🎗️ #borderline personality disorder awareness month #bpd #hbj talks #personal #actually bpd #happy bpd awareness month! 💜 #bpd awareness

[guzmapkmn-archive]

happy bpd awareness month to all my fellow self shippers with bpd :] your f/os are your biggest supporters and will stick by your side no matter what <3

[proship dni]

#cat.txt #ok to rb >:00 #im really bad at imagine posts but i still wanted to make a post for this :')) #bc there are. minimal bpd self ship posts :((

[ethmaron]

happy bpd awareness month shout out to me and also dick grayson

#hes so coded it hurts #just like me fr.... #dick grayson #hush lumi

[artofkhaos404]

I didn't know it was a thing until yesterday honestly, but happy BPD Awareness Month to my fellow borderlines on Tumblr! You guys make me feel seen and understood in a way that I rarely (if ever) do.

You're not poison, you're not a monster and you're not a burden. You are loveable and you have more worth than you'll ever know.

Have a blessed day, my borderline friends🖤

#bpd #borderline personality disorder #borderline pd #bpd awareness #bpd awareness month #bpd safe #bpd blog #borderline blog #actually bpd #mental illness #mental health awareness #actually mentally ill #personality disorder

[borderline-culture-is]

happy bpd awareness month to all my fellow pwbpd :3

!!!

#not culture #bbpd awareness month #bpd awareness

[agirlunfilteredsblog]

MY LIFE WITH BPD

(MAJOR TW: TALKS ON BPD, SH AND S**CIDE)

Hi girls! Today we are going to get a little more personal and talk about mental health. I’ve always found it crucially important to raise awareness on it, no matter how big or small my platform is. Two years ago, I was sent to the emergency room after suffering a severe depressive episode and through a grueling challenge and error process, I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder six months later. Now I know what I’m going to talk about isn’t necessarily EVERYONE’S experience with this disorder, but I still think my story will resonate with some, and talking about it may help.

It was when I was about 8 years old that red flags started presenting themselves. I went through something traumatic within my family and after that incident, I wasn’t the same individual. Because I was just a child, I would mask it. My parents always described me as a happy and light child, though on the inside it was the total opposite. In reality, I would see busses and cars and wish I could jump in front of them. But I was too scared back then. Instead, I would turn to self-harm. By the time I turned 15, it had become a full blown addiction. I couldn’t stop hurting myself, almost like it had become part of my routine. It was systematic in my brain, a lullaby that would not stop.

It was around this time my mother noticed something was wrong. She begged my father to put me in therapy, but it wasn’t something he believed in, so he refused. I don’t hold any resentment towards his choice; he might have simply refused to accept that I was mentally ill. After what seemed years of suffering, I gathered the “courage” to go through with my attempt. I will not go into details about it, as I know how triggering it may be. However, it is important to note that the moment I felt like I was dying was the moment I had a huge chunk of regret for what I had done.

As I woke up from my attempt, the first thing I felt was shame. The look on my mother’s face was enough for me to feel guilty for life. It was also the day I realized I NEEDED to help myself. My mother also divorced my father around that time and gained full custody of me and my sister. I started intensive therapy, and it truly saved my life. Therapy was amazing for me, I was lucky to have a psychologist who truly cared and with her, I surmounted years of trauma and even subconscious trauma I didn’t even know existed. I finally felt a sense of light and peace. Once I started feeling better, I foolishly believed that I did not need therapy and I signed out of the program. At first it was all okay, but soon, symptoms started to present themselves. I would get angry at little things often, I would lock myself in a room, I cut off a majority of my friends out of paranoia and I started lacking basic empathy for people I cared about (I still had empathy, don’t get me wrong, I just didn’t care about hurting people’s feelings if need see fit).

When I had refused to leave my room for 2 weeks and wouldn’t show up to class, my mom got extremely worried and attempted to take me outside for some air. She knew immediately something was wrong, I was laying down sobbing relentlessly and no matter what she did, I truly could not stop. She saw the fresh wounds on my legs as well. Out of fear that something might happen to me, she rushed me to the hospital.

From there on, I promise, my life got better, and for real this time. After I was diagnosed, I started learning how to manage it with a combination of therapy and anger management classes. I grew back, not into the person I initially was, but a new person. Some days are better than others, but I am grateful now for every blessing I have. I celebrated one full year of sobriety from self-harm a while ago as well! I have a great circle of friends who keep me grounded and make me feel valued above all else. The constant ringing of thoughts of death has ceased and I truly live a life filled with gratitude. Life may not be the same after an attempt, that is true, but I’m grateful I get to live a life. So many people do not get that opportunity. I know it is hard to reach out when you need help; but trust me, it’s worth it in the end. There is light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how dark it may seem.

so much love,

a girl unfiltered 💋

#mental heath support #mental health #mental illness #mentalheathawareness #awareness #mental heath awareness #mentahealth #bpd #actually bpd #bpd thoughts #bpd stuff #borderline personality disorder #borderline pd #borderline problems #girlblogging #girly blog #just girly thoughts #self healing #healing #healthyliving #happiness #self love #self care #self improvement #growth #finding freedom #wellness #health and wellness #inspiration #learnandgrow

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting to babysit my nephews?

Before you judge me based on that, I know how bad it sounds - there is a lot of context behind it.

So, I'm 17 and in my last year of high school. My older sister, Hum, 23 and has two kids, both under the age of three. I have a younger sister too, CJ, who is 16.

(The father of Hum's kids is an asshole, which is why he is not mentioned. His family is the same.)

A few months back, around early November, Hum asked CJ to stay with her kids in the car while she went shopping for food (CJ has a boyfriend that lives semi-nearby that she usually stays with on weekends). Now I know that it sounds reasonable, but CJ later told me and our parents that Hum had borrowed money from her (100+) and is yet to pay her back.

Hum does not have a job, and gets money from the government to keep her and the boys healthy and happy (roughly 1100 per fortnight, with a varying payment each week). She often complains about being out of food or not having enough money to buy things that she needs, which I understand but whenever I stay with her she always has a cupboard and fridge full of food.

CJ said no, because she wanted to stay at her boyfriend's house and because it's common for Hum to take a long time to shop and get things that she doesn't actually need. This caused Hum to essentially blow up at her, calling her a slut and saying that CJ only ever comes around anymore when she gets something out of it (which is a lie. CJ has spent probably the most time with Hum and the boys just because she wanted to).

Now, my parents and Hum have always had a rocky relationship from when I was younger, enough so that Hum stopped living at home at roughly CJ's age. They've mended it in the past few years, but Hum does still occasionally argue with them or text them hurtful things.

When CJ told our parents about what Hum said to her, they confronted her about it. It eventually got into the family group chat, where I tried to calm the situation down by defending CJ (Hum proceeded to tell me to "get a dick") and stopped when our father told us to just go to sleep and stop interacting with Hum.

The next day she blocked all of us on everything, and the next time we heard from her again was around Christmas. We have a yearly lunch at my Gran's house, and we weren't sure if Hum was going to attend. She eventually did, and it was fairly civil.

She never formally apologised, as far as I know, but we're all on generally good terms now. During the school holidays just passed, Hum asked me on multiple occasions to come to her house and help take care of her kids for the night.

I used to do it often before the big fight, so the request wasn't unusual, but I still felt weird being around her due to what happened. Hum's told me about what happened at home when I was younger, but she also has a habit of blowing things out of proportion or lying/telling an exaggerated her side of events.

The most recent was a week or so ago, when Hum showed up at my house to take me to hers. I was not aware of this beforehand and tried to say no a few times before caving and going with her. Legally, she has to have a night away from the kids for her mental health, so it feels really bad to deny her that, even though I had holiday homework to catch up on that I intended to do.

Even though I have stayed with Hum for a lot of nights, I feel horrible about myself when I say no to her since I know that that's just how she is. I know that she's getting help for her BPD and trying to be better, but it's just uncomfortable for me to be around her sometimes.

And I love my nephews, but I am not mentally equipped to help take care of them very often. I suspect I have autism, and find it difficult to take care of myself sometimes, especially when I get frustrated (which is inevitable when taking care of a toddler and an almost-toddler). And I was very stressed at the time due to the upcoming school year, so my fuse was a lot shorter than usual.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole