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.
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.
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