I'm recovering from Borderline Personality Disorder and Bipolar Disorder, and I use this site as an outlet. I'm here to share, learn, talk, and listen.


Unicorns exist.
The force is strong with this one.
I've read the rules. I've followed the rules. The rules are stupid. I'm making my own rules from now on.
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fucknosexistcostumes:

newtonandhermann:

jackpowerx:

fuckyesfeminist:

Average size mannequin with average size woman.

The problem, in one picture.

I never realized until seeing this picture that my interpretation of an average size woman has become REALLY SKEWED oh my god I wanna cry

This reminds me of something Portia de Rossi said in an interview. When she was anorexic she would compare her measurements to that of a mannequin:"It occurred to me to measure the mannequins and to measure myself against them and try to be as small as them, and believe it or not, I don’t think I ever was. That just shows you how crazy these images are that we’re given as women."At her lowest weight she was 82 pounds.

fucknosexistcostumes:

newtonandhermann:

jackpowerx:

fuckyesfeminist:

Average size mannequin with average size woman.

The problem, in one picture.

I never realized until seeing this picture that my interpretation of an average size woman has become REALLY SKEWED oh my god I wanna cry

This reminds me of something Portia de Rossi said in an interview. When she was anorexic she would compare her measurements to that of a mannequin:
"It occurred to me to measure the mannequins and to measure myself against them and try to be as small as them, and believe it or not, I don’t think I ever was. That just shows you how crazy these images are that we’re given as women."
At her lowest weight she was 82 pounds.

Old Dog, Old Tricks.

Let’s start with last night’s dream, and also worth mentioning is the incredible charlie horse that forced me to involuntarily start punching my leg. It’s been quite some time since I’ve dreamt about committing suicide, but it happened last night. If memory serves me correct, I feel like I was in an older building, from my childhood, perhaps. My mother, and remaining family, were making me feel alone, left out of the plans, like I wasn’t good enough. Granted, this would never be the case in my conscious, awake life. Long dream- short, I remember being so upset, brought to tears, and what seemed like the only logical thing to do was take the pills. All of them, every bottle of prescriptions I have. I’m not sure why I’m having a dream like this, but the effect it has on me after I’m awake is just insane. I wake up feeling gloomy, and confused on if I’m really okay, or if I’m really happy.

I suppose that it’s a good time to mention that my boyfriend and I, of two years, just recently split a couple weeks ago. I’m taking it much better than I thought I would, giving the unrelenting fear of abandonment from the Borderline Personality Disorder, and then whatever hell mood I’m in with the Bipolar Disorder. The split was coming; we both saw that. We decided to take a “break”, but he never actually left my apartment and we never really spent time apart, so, on my birthday, I told him that if we are taking a break, that he needs to really be apart from me. Seven days later, I got a text message while working, making it official that he wasn’t on the same page with me, and wasn’t ready for what I wanted. All in all, I’d certainly be more distraught if I didn’t see it coming, but I saw it coming. Overall, I’m doing well. Being alone in my apartment is strange, but I’m making it work.

The dream is going to loom over my head today. It puts doubt into my mind, and I second guess everything that’s happening in my life. Maybe it’s a reminder of where I once was. Progress is definitely being made, what with me finally having my bursar holds lifted from my prior college, and officially being able to go back to school. I have a new car. I have my own apartment, just me. Steps, baby steps. I’d like to think I’m getting somewhere, but I need to make sure that it’s where I really desire to go, and that I’m not just following in the footsteps of what society is telling me I should do, because in the end, this life is all we have, and I don’t want to waste it.