Unmasking Borderline Personality Disorder

Growing up with a borderline mother I had to treat myself as if I were a borderline by default, or by proxy (however you want to look at it) in adulthood. There is one very clear, definitive line, that separates me from my mother though; and that is my self-awareness. At the age of nineteen, I began my process of healing and treated myself as…

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A borderline daughter 

My mother was like a shattered vase someone tried glueing back together blindfolded. Imagine a vase that is cracked, pieces glued in the wrong place;  trying to hold water let alone flowers. Whatever she was filled with leaked on to us. She chose to fill herself up with anger, hate, and sickness; and it ran down her crevices and flooded our childhood.  **** I was…

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