There's a podcast on here now called "TheBPDbunch" or something. Check em out. All 4 of them give so much insight. One of the closest things I've found in dealing with this much weight. Seeking therapy for this is soo hard. Especially when you feel soo alone. If its any consolation, I spin fire and juggle with this man almost every Wed night. I mentioned seeing this poem and crying to him and his next words were "Oh I remember doing that video...I should do another one now to go along with it". I believe he meant as a closure poem for all the healing and DBT treatment he's done these last couple years. He's actually doing really really good right now. Not to get too personal about him but just to give some hope to all us other BPDz out here, he was hit by one of life's huges hurdles recently. And let me tell you, he expressed and vented that to me in such a way. Emotion regulation control?!?! Psshh Nailed it! I pray someday I can be even half of what he's become. He is my all time inspiration hero. -Don't ever let anybody put your flame out guys. Burn bright. Go and glow. Flow and grow.

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Great Video - this is my poem - I hope it is not to disturbing to you My beautiful wife of 27 years and a pwBPD (un-diagnosed) left in July 2019. This is what it was like for me. Her love was the Promised Land, and I was eager to prove my devotion. Together we wandered in the desert for many years, looking for the lush green forest at the edge of a lake, where surrounded by snow-capped mountains she could find peace and purpose. I brought plenty of food and water, which never seemed to quench her thirst or satisfy a hunger she could not describe. Occasionally we came upon an oasis where I was content and happy. In time, once again, the spring would go dry and we would resume the search, each time in a new direction. I am now very weary; our water supply a burden I no longer wish to carry. I tap into the last reserves of inner strength to stumble onward in this barren landscape, gripped by a fear of what is beyond the ever-shifting dunes ahead. The blazing sun is high over-head, so I no longer have my bearings, but once again, there on the horizon is a sea of green. Her enchanting song once again draws me to Bristol Cove on the lake in the mountains. We lay down together in the cool green grass, but I soon realize, once again it is an illusion. Like a mirage, in a blink of an eye, it all vanishes and this time she too is gone. I realize I've lost the faith; I must give up the quest and turn back, no longer sure of the way home. The sun has set, and, in the darkness, I cannot resist the urge to look over my shoulder with each uncertain step. It has become second nature to worry about her; I will always feel her pain and hunger, her loneliness in the void. I am overwhelmed with an unfamiliar sensation and try to accept I no longer have the power to rescue her from the discontent she has felt her whole life, even worse, I realize my arrogance to think I ever could. At the same time, I try to erase the image that she may have found the forest without me and is swimming in the cool clear water. I think "how weak of me to have given up" and in the knowledge that I will never see her again, what am I to do with the love I still have for her. It pours out onto the dry sand and evaporates without purpose. The witness of my existence is now gone, my heart is tormented by waves of sorrow, like the breakers of some ancient sea crashing on a rocky shore. The primeval granite reduced to particles of sand, now long forgotten, so too will our story be relegated to a footnote, then fade on the parchment of time with each passing generation. I pry upon the wind, hoping to hear her sweet voice one last time, the words of the promised land as she whispers, "I now know he truly loved me". I imagine her weeping with the thought "how could I have been blind for all those years; we could have found paradise together". It was a leap of faith she was unable to take, inflected with an invisible wound, suffered alone in a cradle so many years ago, long before her happiness became the purpose of my life. Our special place by the lake will forever remain lost beyond the horizon and when she or I, the last of what was once “us” departs this worldly existence, no one will say, “They were in love and are together again”.

omg the ending just reminded me exactly of how i feel when i remember that i have bpd

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From someone who has bpd, this really speaks to me and gives me chills. Some of the lines are incredibly relatable like 'I sleep and In my dream, my mind is hacked'.. that just hits hard

This was fantastic, thank you for sharing.

Always knowing the color won't last no matter how hard you try to not think about that

Wow Ty I wish they knew how it is for one day. So they would know.

The agonizing cycle of bpd explained in 60 seconds

I have BPD, I am an avid #MentalHealthAwareness advocate and spoken word performer, and I love this so much. I travel the country trying to bring that awareness on stages, in classrooms, hospitals, and on my KZbin channel, so I get excited when I see other advocates.

My soul pours out what’s left inside to all who go through this..I lost someone so close to me that I know I’ll never be capable of loving another like that ever again… now all I want to feel is everything she felt inside take it all for myself. She was my world and my one and only and will always be that to me infinitely and if it’s possible…eternally🤍my heart belongs to her… and I don’t ever want it back…for now..until I see her and I am with her again… I am empty and will never be whole again…♾🤍🖤🤍♾

I don't want to live with it anymore

You detailed everything so perfectly...thank you

Thank you 🥺

You guys need to work on pulling back your energy from wherever you lost it in your life. And feel present in your body.

So powerful.

Blocking Woman success finisng happiness to See them fail and do all the Work to make them fail

I Know some people WHO has IT and is very Dangerous but has a super Fake Mask. And Dangerous authority Power using to get to Woman and People Money. Spreading Storys....manioulations ...

I needed this right now ❤️😪

This meant something to me. Thank you.

The last line " and I sink when I remember that color won't last" hit hardest after " I weep and I lose my right to all contact" and " I need and all my cells feel attacked". I love how this poem captures the variety of frustrating internal conflict/tumult that arises throughout the day, making whichever specific emotion you're feeling , burn within your veins

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I've recently been diagnosed with BPD and I'm so unbelievably grateful to have found this video. You're not alone, even when you may be convinced that there isn't anybody who could possibly understand your pain or daily struggles. You're going to go far, I believe in you. ❤️

Beautiful

Dude, you are on a whole different level of deepness and introspection.

Thank you for putting this together. The video's less than a minute and a half long, but here I am, still in tears and lost for words nearly 10 minutes later. The effect that expressing our emotions can have on others is so wonderfully profound. Keep it up! Love and light, color and confidence for ya always brother

This was so beautiful and so powerful. It gave me the chills because I relate to it so deeply. Wonderfully written.

You have to pay the bills for medical and psychological treatments yourself? Or does your medical insurence pay it all back later? If not why? What country do you live in?

There is purpose... For your life...

I love this....

I felt it.....I really like it...so cool.....have a read of my poem on my profile ...it is in about section.....I love writing poetry and being creative....keep the power!

Matt .. "Thank You" MGB and keep us all

This is exactly how I feel😔😢😭

I love this.

Life is all memory 💙💚

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