Tag Archives: BPD

Unbreak Me.

“You’re wearing Kallan’s coat,” I said. “I am,” Bergen answered with his grin. “It’s been a while,” I said. I looked at Bergen. He looked at me. He was calm despite the stern look in his eyes. “It has.” He said nothing, waiting for me to speak. Bergen always knew when not to speak. “She […]

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Reflections… Two

There was never any resolution. His coat. His coat. “Why don’t you ever take it off? You always wear your shoes and coat?” “Because I have to be ready to run.” Dad and Shaun would fight. I could hear their screams down the hall. And then the screen door would slam and the fighting would […]

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Almost Peace

Accept my vulnerabilities. I permit a slight chuckle. I don’t even know what they are. My mind feels frail. As if my mental armor has been thinned from therapy. I have less control over my reactions. I feel raw and naked. “Who am I?” This all started with those words, didn’t it? “What do you […]

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Fractured Minds and Shattered Glass

Numb. Feel nothing. Shut it down. I slipped into my mind, into the depths where everything was black and nothing—no voice, no pain—could reach me. “Back again, huh?”I could hear Ian smirk through the dark. “I am,” I said. “You’re not supposed to shut down,” he said as if to pass the time. “I don’t […]

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Dreaming in Emotion

I’m dreaming in emotion. I’ve never experienced anything like this. As early as five, I remember… I was five. I was five when I dreampt that. My step-brother had crawled into an oven. The oven didn’t hurt him, but he melted the face of my doll. I’ve been terrified of dolls since. Seeing its face […]

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