There once was a little girl…

And she was ever so brave, now that little girls all grown up. Bravery doesn’t come so easy. Living with bpd on a good day can be just as daunting as it can be on a bad day. These last few days iv had my rollercoaster week up and downs like you could never imagine hormoanes flying all over the shop creating an un inhabitable place to live  in my head. 

I have little help with my issues getting a therapy session where I live is next to impossible  you might aswell be dead before they recognise your problems. A lot of the time I spend chasing these appointments handing in risk assessments and making phone calls to be told they can’t find me on the system and that I must start all over again. It’s tedious and personally I gave up trying. 

Living in a mind that splits different parts of your inner self into separate personalitys, ones that can skip between themselves with the smallest of triggers is daunting and nerve racking. I want to scream out for help most days but my anxiety also won’t let me show how my bpd effects me in the day to day life I live. 

I started looking through my memory boxes the other night. Ever since I was a little girl I have had an obsessive need to be wanted. I have excessively hoarded train tickets and valentines presents, photos, stones from beaches storys I use to write about in school about boys in my life anything I could get my hands on to keep to remember. 

Looking back this is a serious emotional defect in such a young girl. I started self harming quiet young with little reason to feel that low in myself. I had issues that I couldn’t  explain, I got blamed for just being a naughty problem child so I left home and dealt with my emotional problems myself with little support. I thought I was a strong independent girl, reality check I was a lost little soul that could of done with a guardian angel to protect me. 

But nothing can protect you from the inner emotions you suppress as a bpd suffer you don’t realise the emotional backlash you create for yourself. From just one thought, one thing you feel bad about can make a hole avenue of serious emotions that are a struggle to categorise. I still haven’t mastered the art of not giving a fuck. I still feel everyone wants to leav me my emotional problems lay within abandonment I have issues but I’m working on it right now every second I’m battling with that constant inner emotion and I will win this time because I am learning to live with my bpd and although I may not seem like I  have control in my past posts. I do and no matter how far up or how low down I get I’m more in control now than ever… 

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Fragile Little Soul.

Fragile

So Today’s Daily Prompt seemed to fit perfectly into my little world. I have Just got out of hospital, for once its nothing to do with my mental health I actually had a virus. Totally took over my body and ruled me from the inside out. Think the nurses where glad to see the back of my consistent moaning.

It was a long 24 hours i mean iv been through a 32 hour labour an emergency C-section an Uninvited doses of penicillin (might i put that i am severely allergic) And this last hospital spout has been worse, i would of rather had another C-section than feel the way i did before they sedated me!

One thing i learnt from this visit was the way you get treated differently after a mental health diagnosis it really hit home. When i first arrived at A and E i was unbelievably dehydrated and felt like i had bugs crawling under my skin, i was grey and retching like i had the devil in my belly. I got taken in straight away they clearly didn’t want me in the waiting room throwing my life up on other patients.They put me in a room in the majors department of A and E i had what looked like a lovely little lady short blonde hair she was nice for the first 5 minutes until she got my notes up.

That’s when her attitude towards me became rude and uncaring. She called me a Drama Queen and told me the reason i feel the way i do is because i have mental health problems and that it was all to do with my anxiety. Pretty much telling me my symptoms that may i say where clearly visible i was sweating buckets and shivering i didn’t think anxiety caused sickness the way i was throwing up was clearly a virus anyone could see. She told me i couldn’t drink anything and stuck a cannula in my arm and left me to it.

What seemed like hours had passed she had only put fluids on my drip so my fever was rushing through my body like it was pumping out my heart and taking over my brain i was delirious confused and very scared, pins and needles took over my hands and legs and strangely enough my chin. I told my nurse because pins and needs is surely never a good sign in any case. She told me i was being a hypochondriac and that if i didn’t stop making myself sick then she has no choice but to send me home. Apparently she can see nothing wrong in the ONE! blood test she took when i got there and im disturbing the other patients with the awful noise im apparently making on purpose. Like i went into that hospital with the full intentions of pissing of the old lady that fell out of bed this morning with my awful retching noise that i must of been practising to get so on point.

I was almost begging her to give me something to stop me being sick i couldn’t take it anymore i was worn out i had been throwing up since 4am it was now 1pm in the afternoon, I hadn’t even managed to keep in a sip of water without it coming straight back out. i pleaded with her in a bid to get her to believe me that i wasn’t putting this on she insisted it was just my anxiety and that even if it was a stomach bug NORMAL people deal with them at home,I must be a fucking Lunatic then this must all be in my head just because i have a mental health condition it must be impossible for me to genuinely be ill and i must be putting it all on because im crackers.

I felt degraded as a person i questioned myself about my symptoms thinking surely my brain cant have this much control over me. i cant be creating all these symptoms how would that be possible. i know i have a mental health condition but im not a chemically imbalanced super human. I WAS ILL i wouldn’t of dragged myself to a hospital if i didn’t think i needed it. Its bad enough i get sent there when i do not want to go let alone going on my own accord i would of just stayed in bed wallowed n threw up in my saucepan some more.

The doctor came along started telling me the nurse had noticed my scars and wanted to talk to me. She asked me questions about my home life and my current mental state. She almost said in a accusing way that my self harm was the cause of my fever. I was disgusted i could hardly speak to her i was drooling out my mouth like a rabies riddled animal and your telling me my recent mental health diagnosis is causing this and that i couldn’t of picked up the virus my son had a few days ago NO!!! your mental it must be all made up you can stop all this its all in your head.

They booked me in to the ward and as i got moved about i couldn’t see anything around me it felt like everything was spinning i begged for some more anti sickness nothing was working they could clearly see. A new nurse came to see me he asked if i was able to drink water i told him the previous nurse stopped me drinking, He looked shocked and got me a cup of water straight away. He said take it slow small sips she should never have told you to stop taking in water at all. So he went and got one last anti sickness to try and it worked. Then out come the sleeping tablets they knocked me sideways and i woke up the next morning like i had just done ten rounds with mike Tyson and looked like i had been dragged through a bush backwards.

I had stopped being sick by the morning and the doctor that seen me the day before was gone and the new one was a hell of a lot more medically understanding she acknowledged me as a patient and not a nut job. She told me she had seen my x-rays and can see some build up, that i clearly had been suffering with a nasty virus that my blood pressure and what not had been up and down through the night and she was prescribing me more fluids before she discharged me home. For the first time i realised my mental health effected the judgement of the other nurse and her influence on the doctor affected my care in such a awful way.

I am Feeling Okay now but im not so certain about the next time i get ill. iv never had much luck in hospitals but this was by far the most degrading experience i have experienced in all my years!

Zing —>

Zing!

It felt like i had magic zinging through me.
it was so clear to see.
i was glowing and so was he.

He was the captain.
i was the ride.
I had never felt so alive.

I got lost in his eyes.
our minds felt entwined.
As i looked deeply into the soul of the love of my life.

Like little kids we laughed.
I can only describe it like witchcraft.
my dreams all come true
all in one room.

Who knew such a series
of fortunate events.
could lead us all into such unusual content

The type you never seen before
as his eyes meet mine .
I cant help but explore

depths you didn’t know survived
In the deep inhibitions of you mind.

Serendipity

The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
“a fortunate stroke of serendipity”

Which brings me to this  weekend and the series of fortunate events that happened in such a short space of  time. I cried tears of happiness for the first time in years and delved deeply into the soul of some really beautiful people. made relationships that will last a life time and learnt lessons about my mind i didn’t know existed.

I learnt how to dream again. I realised i had forgotten my creative side. I use to be so imaginative this weekend brought all that back to me. I felt like the Cheshire Cat laughing to levels i didn’t even know existed. i was queen of my castle.

Some days my mind can loose its self and its not a bad thing im coming to terms with my mood swings and taking a handle on them one emotion at a time. The Thing is there is no rush i am who i am and i will always be her i cant change that but i can learn to live with myself and not hate who i am. its not something that comes easy and its certainly an adventure and who knows what tomorrow might bring.

The highs to my  personality disorder can be positive and im making them that one lesson at a time. Somebody once said to me Your only as high as your imagination can take you. I just need to Believe in myself some more.

My Monday although i felt hungover and shit. I Genuinely feel like i am radiating positivity and i intend to spread this positivity! So no matter what your going through try to imagine something beautiful and create a place that makes you happy even if its only for a short while. Dream Big no matter whats holding you down.

 

Zombie Mummy

Last  night was my first night on my Sleeping Tablet Ban and if i said it was a easy ride i would be profoundly lying. It has made me realise how dependant i have become on them tiny little tablets that help so much in someways but can be so destructive in others.

My insomnia didn’t seem so bad until i didn’t have any tablets to take. then the endless hours of staring into the walls begun. I spent half my night arguing with myself about not having control over the endless thoughts rushing through my mind. while im exhausted over here i wish normal me would whisk me off to dream land! The rest of the night i spent flailing around the bed helplessly like a fish out of water longing for a comfortable position my body desires right now…

Next thing its morning and iv now got to face the real world utterly physically and mentally drained. I most certainly got up on the wrong side of the bed today that is for sure. Dragged a brush through my birds nest that iv clearly developed over the space of the last few hours, put my war paint on and am ready to face the world even if every part of me wants to drown my sorrows in pitiful ice cream binge and a marathon of come dine with me hiding from the world. As appealing as that is its not going to help any situation so the adventure begins Day one of Zombie Mummy.

So spending the day with my beautiful 2 year old who thinks he is the spawn of Chucky well at least today that is the persona he has taken it on himself to become. Zombie Mummy  over here is finding it hard to keep a happy face while tiredness takes over. searching for the matchsticks  to prop my eyelids up i smoke cigarettes like they are going out of fashion anything to get me outside walks to the shops, bike ride anything to keep my brain active and not let myself slip into a black hole of self pity.

I manage to make it through. I smiled through his day and he leaves happy. That makes me happy! (seeing him happy that is something i have been missing for a long time) That is my positive place i make myself go to when i feel myself slipping his smile his laugh the pictures of me and him its my happy place and as i drag myself through the rest of the day in this happy place desperately ignoring my anxiety breakdown i can feel looming in the back of my mind.

Self controls a Bitch its a hard bridge to build and im starting with matchsticks! I go over and over in my head the conclusions of buying more sleeping tablets. i argue with her she says buy them i say No! She says just in case you need them… I say You will only take them because you have them. She gives in…

I Won the argument this time not to say that its going to do me any favours tonight. When Those million mile a hour thoughts come out to play. Either way its a win this time and one step to a fully built self control bridge. And i might be physically and mentally drained from just one day but im so proud of myself for even coming this far today i adult-ed the shit out of life.

Maybe Tonight il try the whale Music 😉

 

 

 

 

 

Cold Turkey + Step 7…

So my cold turkey attempt at no sleeping tablets tonight’s brings me to Self harm step 7.

So i come across this 7 steps on the Things people should know about self harm post by the Metro.
http://metro.co.uk/2016/09/04/7-things-people-should-know-about-self-harm-6085755/

And it brought me to my insomnia and my uphill struggle with self harm.

step 7. says you cant just quit, this has been the hardest thing for me since i first ever started self harming many moons ago and Is also clearly the reason i cant sleep on my DAY 1 SLEEPING TABLET BAN..

With my personality disorder the slightest thing can trigger my self harm mode this is what i call my episodes of manic depression that lead me to hurting myself. It can start days before and i can talk myself down from it or something can happen  and i have no control of this and go from normal girl to unbearably suicidal and that self harm mode can go into full self destruct mode in minutes its hard to control and its even harder getting over these episodes.

After you feel so ashamed, feel almost disgusted at the lack of self control on causing harm to your own body you cover it up you try not let anyone see your petrified of the judging eyes looming over your scars you cut in places people cant see and look in the mirror every night at that lame excuse of a girl who cant control her own mind to stop JUST STOP i could scream in my head at her but she wouldn’t listen, then you wake up the next day riddled with shame you carry on with your day…

just like a normal person would right?

I originally started writing this post about my self harm the other day on the bus and as i tried  to stay positive looking at the people around me paranoid they are looking at me my anxiety goes through the roof and I sit n bite my nails and  think about it and come to the conclusion that this is the hardest of all problems for me to come to terms with and speak out about because iv always been so scared of judgement from “the other people” the ones who couldn’t imagine feeling so low that you would physically hurt yourself to get away from your own mind. You see Iv never spoken out about my self harm before…

What I have come to realise is it takes strength to fight those urges this part of my personality goes through and you are not weak for giving into them either. Every time is a lesson learnt a new step taken even if you didn’t win the battle  this time your still alive right? I have found it seems there’s no such thing as quitting you just learn self control and some days its easier to do than others. it took me many years to realise this is where i come when i cant cope so my coping techniques are what I’m working on and its kinda helping.

Everyone slips up everyone does things they know they shouldn’t do Right? So this is one of mine i know it hurts other people to see my cuts and i try to hide them so i don’t have to explain the difficulty i go through everyday to control it. but i know in the deepest of dark thoughts that there is that silver lining and that its just a bit cloudy today.

Now maybe letting all that off my chest will help me with the insomnia i suffer with going cold turkey on these sleeping tablets is a very hard step for me and on the topic of step 7 you cant just stop. i probably will give in and use tablets to help my sleeping again but until then this one step forward is better than none and Who knows i guess i can always try whale music or something next.

Remembering How to Laugh.. R u Ok Day?

Just recently iv found my giggle i felt like i lost a long time ago. Something that i thought i wouldn’t find again. My normal Me loves to laugh. I dream big and I achieve as much as i can when I’m up there my possibility’s are endless and i am on top of the world.

This is my positive post about the positives of my mental health adventures.  I prefer adventures  because it is not a issue  to me its my journey, Although it seems its harder to think about it in positive ways than i thought as i scroll through other stories and experiences i find it hard to take positive out of it all for myself.

What i am learning though is that i wasn’t the person I was before during or after my last episode and between them i realise there is a genuine 24 year old girl? Woman? Adult? not sure i meet the full criteria for that last one to be fair But none the less not just a Part time nutcase.

When i feel good my emotions race i can achieve anything its good i am unstoppable I’m also very destructive in my means of getting what I want. Sometimes ill admit actually a lot of the time my paths haven’t always been the cleanest but none the less i put my heart into anything that i feel right about. It feels amazing i get spurts of excitement and hyper behaviours my heart races i get warm fuzzy feeling like everything I’m feeling is precisely what I’m suppose to be doing like my soul is genuinely shining and when I’m there i don’t care what gets in my way  around me because it feels so right! Even when its the wrong thing to be doing completely…

These episodes i experience of hyper states and  waves of unbearable mood swings after effect me and i have not learnt how to control them yet. My first step to turning things positive is realising that the real person behind my personality disorder is a fully functioning human being and although I can be destructive in some paths I take I’m taking steps everyday towards the path I am meant for although i never know what the outcome may be  iv got a feeling  ill make it out of this alive.

I’m realising now that this is MY personality disorder since my diagnosis and i say MY in capitals because i feel you can have the same diagnosis as someone but every persons experience with it are different and the same with recovery. i use to just think i was just a hyperactive over emotional wreck of a person who couldn’t cope with the real world. Some people struggle with having a label such as a personality disorder i mean it does sound pretty mental the first time you hear it and it is daunting. Personally I used it as a positive i can understand myself better through my diagnosis i can understand thinking patterns better and through the help i now realise I need I can start learning how to function better.

I have more control than i give myself credit for at the moment, And its hard to remind myself of this when I’m loosing that grip. I have re read this line 100 times and although i know i am kind of right i still cant believe myself but i have to keep going. Positive post and all that jazz.

So today is R u Ok Day? And it is a post to be positive about and it brings me to Friendship. It takes a lot for another person to ask if your okay when they aren’t to sure if they are okay themselves. I feel like i have let a lot of people down recently and I’m finding it hard to put into words how devastating it is when relationships with friends and family break down due to mental health. Its the hardest thing to admit to and when you notice the destruction you can cause your head can become a very scary place. To the ones who stuck by me through these last couple of years i take my hat off to no matter the problems no matter how nasty or cold i have been towards them they still make the effort to ask me if i am okay. And that is the reason i am still here to this day the little lights at the end of my dark tunnels i get myself lost in.

So when your next lost in your next tunnel don’t be scared of the person who ask if your okay. They have problems to. Remember its okay not to be okay. I’m still not okay but I’m coping and speaking out about it here and to my friends and family is drastically helping me. I was shit scared of it at first don’t get me wrong but even these baby steps are slowly making me feel human  even if its just for a while and I’m going to enjoy it!

http://www.ruok.org.au

#RUOKAY