One of my biggest things with BPD is that I forget someone loves me. I can convince myself the next day that they hate me.
One thing that helps me is keeping screenshots of their texts/messages where I see proof of love or them caring. I use these during times when they cannot message me, or I feel like I cannot ask for reassurance. I will flip through the images and it helps me a bit.
Keep reminders. Challenge your irrational thoughts.
You’re not a bad person just because you did a bad thing - and you gotta learn to separate the two. Self hatred never helped anyone grow and learn, because you can only do better if you allow yourself to believe you can improve. That’s why you gotta be careful not to label yourself as someone who is inherently terrible. You aren’t terrible. You did something bad, and now you can do better. Focus on that part.
there are people who will help you if you find them and ask them to. i can’t promise that it’ll be one person - it might be many different people over a long time or it might come from sources you never expected - but help is out there.
First is a tweet from Swamp Which Advice @ SwampAdvice, “Here is the secret about things you love. If you put them down you can always pick them back up again. You can always paint again, sew again, hike again, play music again, read that book again, watch the movie. ‘But it’s been so long.’ The thing you love doesn’t care.”
Second is a tweet from Louise Miller @ louisethebaker, “I’m almost 50, and here is the best thing I have learned so far: every strange thing you’ve ever been into, every failed hobby or forgotten instrument, everything you have ever learned will come back to you, will serve you when you need it. No love, however brief, is wasted.” /end
someone using a mobility aid is not a sign of weakness. someone using a mobility aid is not unfortunate.
mobility aids are amazing, positive tools. they improve disabled lives and empower their users.
people should be encouraged to use mobility aids if it would make their life better and safer for them, no matter their age, disability, or any other factor.
no one’s ever gonna really truly get you but that’s okay because you get you and you get to have this secret magical world that is entirely your own in the expanse of your imagination
Sometimes when you are disabled, getting out of bed is productivity, rest is productivity, using your spoons with care is productivity, it can feel like a full time job to care for our bodies and we are as worthy as people who are abled and have a 9 to 5 regular job.
Thinking about how the world is colored by our connections to other people. Small details in life that would mean nothing to us otherwise. For me, it’s things like how car haulers will always remind me of my grandfather, how papayas will always remind me of my high school best friend. I can’t help but think of my sister when I hear certain songs. Tulips are my favorite flower because they’re the reason for one of my first memories with my grandmother.
The people we know, have known, will know breathe life into our existence. The way we see the world is underpinned by the people in it with us. We’re not meant to do this alone. We were never meant to be in this alone
You matter. Your existence has made a difference. Even the tiniest things, the things you won’t even remember, like complimenting a friend, holding a door open for someone, smiling at a child. Those tiny acts of kindness might just be little glimmers by themselves, but when you add them up, your impact on the world shines. So keep shining.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but reminder that you didn’t choose to play life on hard mode. You didn’t choose for “simple” or “small” things to be so excruciating or overwhelming to you: No one would choose that. You are doing what you can, all while bearing a tremendous burden on your back. You are so strong, and I’m proud of you for making it this far.
