And whatever I really do think about me?
At least that’s not him.
And he’s doing just fine as him.
Maybe better than I did as me.
He might have done as well being me as I did, and I don’t know that I could cut it as well at being him as he has seemed to master it.
At least he’s not me.
Or even a pallid facsimile.
Don’t care who the hell you either are or think you are.
You don’t need one.
sex, love, and the science of why we give a damn
Raising poultry and angora rabbits in California
Proving the existence of the extraordinary
One day at a time...
Musings about living with depression and anxiety
perspective on the spectrum
Photography, fiction, humor, opinions, and whatever else I feel like posting
This blog is about my reactions to the life experience
Life with borderline personality disorder + mental illness
Hey, Nice to meet all of you, my name is Heather. I have BPD. I am here to share my everyday struggles with you, be a support for you, and I am here to chat with you if you want to chat...:)
Our Children Are Sacred
~ Short Stories, Flights of Fancy and Everyday Anecdotes ~
I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.
An abysmal reality.