You can't encourage yourself once and hope you'll feel the same tomorrow, learning to believe in yourself and your ability is more of an everyday choice rather than a once off decision. Everyday we need to encourage ourselves that we can do it, change is a progression, not towards perfection, but being comfortable in your... Continue Reading →
If I could say one thing to the younger me, I'd tell that small boy that he will end up finding his self-esteem and end up having more confidence than he could believe. I love encouraging people to not give up and to always believe in the story of their life; because giving up was... Continue Reading →
Darkness, she is my lover; my horrid friend. She comes to me when I'm alone and wraps me in her cold embrace. She cries with me; but it's all just a mirror. Her lips well as she presses them against mine. Ice pierces my soul as I lay in her satin sheets. Something within me... Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember I had a monster growing at the edge of my life, he towered over my self-esteem and beat me down everytime I tried to tell the truth about who I was. Crazy thing is that monster still exists but every day his spine grows weaker, as I grow... Continue Reading →
It's a proven fact that a community can be sustained as long as the people continue to build each other up and continue to do so even when one person stuffs up in a major way. In a place of refuge (not escape) we hear each other out and help where we can.
Often when we feel like we're not good enough, it's not because we are. It's usually because we think God won't accept someone who's broken; with scars, cuts, flaws and a past.
Its easy to tell someone to fight like you mean it, but its another thing to talk about specific moments you chose to do that yourself.
I don’t know why I get depressed it just happens and that might frustrate people just like it frustrates me sometimes. But I’m thankful that I don’t have to go through any of it alone...
If I've met the same variety of people along the scale of manipulation, with and without BPD... why do we still persist with the belief that BPD = manipulative?