A friend of mine shared the following on Facebook.

It sums up how my BPD feels far better than I ever could. I’m currently  sitting in my adopted sisters garden helping her to celebrate her birthday. I’m laughing and joining in with the conversation, but I don’t think I have ever felt more alone in my life. For no know reason whatsoever I could just sit here and cry.

I’m having constant flashbacks, they haunt me. The images and conversations are so real. I can feel every muscle tensing in my body. I always notice it starts with my shoulders and works it’s way down.

Five finger death punch “remember everything “

Part of me wants to leave, to run, to go home and sleep. I know that won’t help to me feel any better. Right now, nothing will.

I can’t wait for my talking therapy to start.

About catmann1973

Hi, I’m Martin. 47 years old, living in Suffolk. I have three amazing grown up children. I have the best family and friends in the world. I am a football fan, love going to the gym and I am a motorcycle pilot. I’ve had mental health problems all of my life. This site is about my past, present and future. I’m hoping to make it easier for people to be able to speak freely about mental health. It can affect anyone at anytime.
%d bloggers like this: