Lately, I've been crazy busy with the book thing. Not only that, but life itself has been quite overwhelming. I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder a month or so ago. I'm reading a book over it now called "I Hate You, Don't Leave Me." It's very helpful in helping me understand my disorder, but it also tells stories of people who struggled with this disorder and ended up committing suicide. Sometimes, I feel like that. I'm fearful of the future. I can barely handle what is currently going on in my life. How can I handle being a wife and mother? How can I raise a kid without screwing them up like I'm screwed up?
These are questions I constantly ask myself. I'm so afraid. I have a real job now. I have a husband. I thought graduating from college and living the life I now lead would make me feel like some kind of responsible adult, but it didn't. I feel like a child more than ever. I feel so weak and pathetic. I'm so blessed, and yet I feel so empty at times. My husband is wonderful and so kind to me, I know I don't deserve that. Maybe if you saw me at home, you would agree. I'm crazy. Yes, impulsive, fiery, angry, psycho crazy. The kind of crazy that I wouldn't think twice about beating the crap out of people who cross me or those who hurt the people I love. The kind of crazy that hates people because of what's happened to me. I'm such a cynic.
The bright side to all of this? I have started writing a book about it. It's called Pieces of Me. Here is an excerpt from one of my darker days:
Oblivion
I'm disintegrating, baby, into oblivion. A billion little pieces. I don't know if you can catch me, or even hold me now. I'm like an atomic bomb that goes off...I destroy everything in my path. I'm splattered all across the universe, scattered like dust in the wind. I slip through your fingers every time....cascading over an edge you can't follow. How could you ever understand if you've never been there? But I go there all the time, and the next day try to piece myself together again. But I can't...I'm losing all the pieces. Each day, more of me is missing.
Some days are brighter. They're so bright that I can barely breathe because I'm bursting with happiness. That's how my life is. Up and down, never anything in between. Black and white, no grey. High and low, but it's a bittersweet kind of thing. I see this world through such different eyes, and I'm grateful for my family and a God that chose to love me. Why He did, I'll never know, but I don't have to try and justify that. I don't have to live up to anyone's expectations. I just need to love Him, and from that overflows and spills into all the other areas I'm so torn up about. That's the beauty of grace. It's a day by day thing.
These are questions I constantly ask myself. I'm so afraid. I have a real job now. I have a husband. I thought graduating from college and living the life I now lead would make me feel like some kind of responsible adult, but it didn't. I feel like a child more than ever. I feel so weak and pathetic. I'm so blessed, and yet I feel so empty at times. My husband is wonderful and so kind to me, I know I don't deserve that. Maybe if you saw me at home, you would agree. I'm crazy. Yes, impulsive, fiery, angry, psycho crazy. The kind of crazy that I wouldn't think twice about beating the crap out of people who cross me or those who hurt the people I love. The kind of crazy that hates people because of what's happened to me. I'm such a cynic.
The bright side to all of this? I have started writing a book about it. It's called Pieces of Me. Here is an excerpt from one of my darker days:
Oblivion
I'm disintegrating, baby, into oblivion. A billion little pieces. I don't know if you can catch me, or even hold me now. I'm like an atomic bomb that goes off...I destroy everything in my path. I'm splattered all across the universe, scattered like dust in the wind. I slip through your fingers every time....cascading over an edge you can't follow. How could you ever understand if you've never been there? But I go there all the time, and the next day try to piece myself together again. But I can't...I'm losing all the pieces. Each day, more of me is missing.
Some days are brighter. They're so bright that I can barely breathe because I'm bursting with happiness. That's how my life is. Up and down, never anything in between. Black and white, no grey. High and low, but it's a bittersweet kind of thing. I see this world through such different eyes, and I'm grateful for my family and a God that chose to love me. Why He did, I'll never know, but I don't have to try and justify that. I don't have to live up to anyone's expectations. I just need to love Him, and from that overflows and spills into all the other areas I'm so torn up about. That's the beauty of grace. It's a day by day thing.
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