Mood Swing

Perfect day.

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I don’t know what to write about, so I’ll just mention what a perfectly gorgeous day it is.  It’s warmish (60’s right now) and the sun is shining.    That’s a picture of the view outside my front door.  It’s the kind of day you can’t believe anything bad could ever happen in the world.

I have no special plans, but it seems like a good day to take a drive and see where I wind up.  Surprise me!  I love being able to take pictures at a moment’s notice with my Smartphone.  You never know what you might see.  Later I have to mow the lawn and do the laundry, which is piling up.    But I’ll think about that later.

Last night I watched a really good independent movie called “Ever” that you can watch online free of charge.  No big stars in it but the writing and  acting is excellent and it made me cry.  I’d link to it but I can’t find the link now.  If you can find it it’s definitely worth a couple hours of your time.   It was on Vimeo.

I have three new guest posts that were emailed to me at the same time, so I’ll pick one to put up tonight or early tomorrow.  I’ll work on that later.  The day is too pretty to waste time indoors.

Meet & Greet! When You Grow Up

Another blogger is hosting a Meet and Greet this weekend. Come share your link or just find new blogs to follow.

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Why I changed my blog’s description.

I just changed this blog’s header description slightly.  It now says “Confessions of a Recovering Borderline.”  There are two good reasons for this.

  1. This blog has always has been (and probably always will be) confessional in nature.
  2. In my last session, my therapist gave me some more information about my current diagnosis (he said he had to think about it for awhile before he was sure).  The verdict is that I used to have BPD but no longer qualify for that label!   How cool is that! This is a huge, HUGE deal for me.     I wrote more about it in this post, which I decided not to put on this blog.  Blogging (among other things) had a lot to do with this “impossible” achievement.  Now I just have residual PTSD (actually C-PTSD if you’re not a DSM purist, which he is not, thank goodness) and that’s what I’m still working through and imagine I will be for some time.

I wanted to keep BPD somewhere in the blog’s header but don’t want to misrepresent myself by calling myself something  that no longer applies.  So that’s why I changed it a little.   Like me, this blog has been through many changes since I started it in September 2014, and it will keep growing and evolving with me.   I have no plans to ever take it down.

 

Victim-shaming and blaming.

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Credit: Healing from Complex Trauma and PTSD

How to reparent yourself.

This short post went viral on my other blog, although I really have no idea why because not a whole lot of thought went into it and I wrote it on the fly, but it seemed to resonate, so I’m reblogging it here too. (Chair Girl is the name I give to my inner child in therapy).

A nice surprise.

I just got this WordPress notification. Thank you!

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Hurts so good.

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Remember when you were a kid and had a loose tooth, how good it felt to wiggle it with your tongue, even though it bled and hurt like the dickens?  Yet you HAD to keep doing it, because it felt GOOD.

Or remember that scab you just had to pick even though you knew it would bleed and hurt?

Happy feelings can be like that for some of us.  Have you ever been so moved by something, or so touched, or so filled with joy it actually hurt and made you want to cry?

Having been so shut off from my emotions for so many years,  I wasn’t used to feeling anything other than dreary, numb despair, an unnamed dread that something terrible was about to befall me, occasionally relieved by a sudden, irrational rage.

Lately I’ve been experiencing brief moments of sublime, positive emotions.   Flickers of joy (not glee, but real joy), feeling moved or incredibly touched, especially when I’m in therapy.   My therapist helps bring out these feelings in me, and I’m enjoying exploring these unfamiliar but wonderful emotions.  But sometimes they are just so intense and that intensity hurts.   Sometimes even the beauty of them…hurts.

Why would something so human and life-affirming make me feel almost sad?  Is it because I don’t trust these feelings, or don’t trust being vulnerable to feeling them?  Or is it because I know how fleeting such feelings are, and will only be replaced with the unpleasant feelings I’ve grown used to?   Or do they hurt because my soul is unfolding, and in so doing, is breaking down the walls that bound it for so long?  Are these just growing pains?   Will I ever be able to experience these sublime emotions without sadness and pain?

Meet and Greet Weekend @ Dream Big: 4/8/16

Danny’s having another weekend blog blast! Stop by and drop your link over there.
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Pretend it’s 1995.

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