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BPD and the Black Hole of Despair

Posted June 29, 2015 By kmarrs

I am going out of my mind with this feeling that I’m just drifting off into space, oblivion, or maybe just coasting along.  I don’t know.  I’m just kind of existing.  I don’t think I’m overly sad, though I am depressed.  That’s a fun one.  I mean, unless you’ve ever suffered clinic depression, it makes no sense.  But it’s a true fact:  You can be sad, but not be depressed, and you can be depressed and not be sad.  Depression isn’t a gauge of how sad you are, even if you are in fact both depressed and sad.

Depression is really this state of being where you’re, I don’t know, feeling less than.  Less than, anything and/or everything.  I currently feel less than a person.

It doesn’t help that my day-to-day doesn’t change from one day to the next.  All my days run together and aside from the occasional appointment, I don’t even have need to know what day of the week it is.  And it’s driving me out of my mind, really.  I am a human being who hates pressure, but still thrives under structure.  There is no structure to anything right now.  None.

My biggest thing I need to get back to is school and I know that.  I needed winter off, I was drowning in life.  The stress was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced just 4 short months ago.

I needed to take the summer off, because if my sister hadn’t received her new liver a few weeks back, we would have buried her by now.  I was hoping for the best, but ready for the worst.  I also would have started the term with my sister on her death-bed no matter what.  It ended well, but it ended well at the last possible minute.

So I go back this fall and I’m so ready for fall to be now.  I’m actually excited about it.  I get to learn again!  I’m going to start where I left off and delve into economics, only this time I’m going to take it in a classroom.  It involves math and therefore follows the math rule: Never try to teach yourself math.  i don’t care how helpful the text-book might be.  Math is just one of those classes that needs the benefit of an instructor walking you through step by step.  Economics is no exception.

As an added bonus, taking it in a classroom will mean I’m out of the house once a week!  Go team! I’m going to burn this place to the ground if I don’t start getting out more!  Only not really,because I’m a pyrophobe and I have like 500 books that I don’t intend to lose.

So I’m anxiously awaiting the day I can register (July 6th).   I’m anxiously awaiting the first day of term (August 17th).

In the meantime, I’m just drifting and it’s soul crushing.

Dear God someone pull me out of this hole!

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With All Due Respect

Posted June 26, 2015 By kmarrs

Borderline Personality Disorder and FriendshipI’m coming to a point in my life where no matter how desperate for friendship I may be, I don’t have time or room in my life for bullshit. I don’t have time to worry over and miss someone who claims to want me in their life, but can’t be bothered to make time for me. If you can’t even bother with an occasional text message, then I need to move on. I don’t care how deeply I care for this person or they supposedly care for me.

I don’t have time to worry over a casual friend that has to complicate every transaction. We could be great friends under certain conditions but conditions are starting to sound like work and there is only one condition that should really matter and that’s the one they draw the line at. Aka rules for a friendship are bullshit other than needed boundaries. I set up a boundary, however, and suddenly I’m complicating things. Uh uh. I don’t have time for these games.

This last one, however, is hard.  This person really got me and I could talk to them for hours during the lonely hours at night.  Then they made a couple of posts that were kind of racists.

Now, stepping back a second, here is a little clue about me: I’m all about tolerance.  I view all people on this earth as fully equal no matter gender, race, sexuality, religion, age, or anything else.  The only thing I’m not tolerant of, is other people’s lack of tolerance based on these thing.  Aka I don’t have patience with homophobes, racists, or sexism.  The only thing that effect equality from one person to the next are personal actions.

Meaning:

Very recently someone I would consider to be a terrorist went into a church filled with black people, listened to the sermon for a while, and then opened fire killing many.  That terrorist gave up his freedom to have certain rights and those black people are now unquestionably better than him.  Not because they are black, but because of his actions.

I think this is fair.

Now, this friend posted a couple semi racists things.  Or, more accurately, she liked and commented on them and they showed up in my feed.  I was highly uncomfortable with it, but as she hadn’t until that point otherwise shown signs of intolerance, I wasn’t sure what to do.  I suppose I could have let it go, but that thought gave me a bad feeling in my belly.  So I decided to come out and ask her about it.  My aim wasn’t to accuse, but instead to test the waters and see how she really felt.

The thing of it is, I’m not exactly good at beating around the bush and tend to be rather blunt.  So while I didn’t come out and call her racist, at first, I did come out and ask her how she really felt.  I learned, and then I called her racist.

She needless to say was not thrilled with this assessment, which I can’t honestly blame her, and I walked away from the conversation to better assess how I felt.  The two primary questions being, can I respect someone who is racist, and can I be friends with someone I don’t respect?  Then she openly attacked me via messenger.  One simple line that burned through to my soul.

I have not spoken to her since, but I did receive and email a day or two later.

It opened with an attack on my mental health (aka my black and white thinking).  Then it went on to what could be considered a well constructed apology.  Or at least to start with.  It was essentially the I’m not racist because I have a black friend argument, but a lot more in-depth and respectable.  I easily could have read that, understood where she was coming from, and regained some respect for her.

Then she ended the email with this: “You really don’t even deserve an explanation.”

Well ok then.  You no longer deserve to be my friend.

I know I don’t have much to offer, but… wow.

With all due respect, I’d rather be alone than surrounded by those that cause me pain.  A hard lesson I’ve had to learn over the years.  I’m not perfect but I try really hard at being a good friend, and I deserve someone who recognizes that, respects that, and puts equal effort into it.

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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Before and After

Posted June 24, 2015 By kmarrs
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Her first real haircut, aka more than just split ends. Daddy cried. But daddy also admitted that she runs hot and her hair was always plastered to her body sticky with sweat, and this new haircut does look and is so much cooler. He always said when she was big enough to voice an opinion, her opinion would be respected, and she wanted this exact cut. I think he was just hoping she’d never ever want to cut it. Poor daddy is watching his baby girl grow up. It’s hard.

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Baby Steps

Posted June 22, 2015 By kmarrs

borderline personality disorder blog bpdI’m going to try this blogging thing out again.  I keep threatening to slip off into oblivion with it, but now is certainly not the time.  Here I am trying to hook a literary agent and then a publisher for my memoir, and this blog will hopefully be an element towards that.  I need to keep writing.

So here is a coming change:

I’m no longer going to do my weekender for a while as that ends up being 3 potential blog posts rolled into one.  I don’t have blog topics to spare.

I’m going to stick with 3 a week for now, aiming for M,W, and F.  That way I have a good spread.  If I miss one or two, I won’t kick myself but I’ll aim to keep plugging along.

It’s just hard when all days run together and nothing really changes from one day to the next.  What is there to blog about?

Oh well.  As ever I’ll figure that out as I go along.

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I’m Funny, Dammit!

Posted June 19, 2015 By kmarrs

The following is my cell phone background.

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It’s blue and simple and classic and not overly special, but I like it. I really do.

 

 

 

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

 

 

 

The following is my lock screen back ground.

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You could, in fact, say he’s guarding my galaxy.

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The Walking the Borderline Weekender

Posted June 13, 2015 By kmarrs

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Do you ever have slumber parties when you were little? I did. Man could shit go down at those. They could also go way wrong. One of my earliest memories of girl-on-girl betrayal went down on a slumber party.  A slumber party where no one showed up.  They really didn’t get much better after that.  Girls are mean.  I don’t just mean in general, but to each other.  I really don’t know what’s up with that.

I’m in a place now where I could really use a few more girl friends.  I lost one I thought was a keeper when she said some things causing me to lose all respect for her.  So I’m left in this, is it just me, or are all friendships this hard to maintain, place.  Then I remember my two most loyal gal pals, Dez and Sarah.  We’ve had a monthly party ever month since like January I think?  We missed one month where schedules were just too crazy, but I think we were all bummed about that.

This month’s party is going down tonight and we’re having a, wait for it…. SLUMBER PARTY!  We’ll they aren’t really sleeping over, but that’s the theme.  We’re ordering in pizza, I have ice cream, chocolate, cookies, chips and pop.  We’re going to watch movies, and the dress code is comfy cozy.  I’m looking forward to this slumber party and I have little doubt that it’ll be drama free.

Unlike the ones I had growing up.

 

This week in my store:

Yeah, so I designed nothing and bought everything.  Pat got approved for a line of credit and after some bills were taken care of, we did a little bit of clothes shopping.  I got some skirts from amazon and some shirts from my store.  I can’t wait to see them in person and I think they’ll look fabulous on me.  Oh, and before you go holy cow that’s a lot, remember I get a designer discount and I had 15% off my order on top of that.

 

Profits from my store go towards supporting my family.  And there is always some sort of coupon code running across the top of the page!

Speaking of my store, you can find a link to the WTBL new items up along the top. It’ll take you here. I actually own the pink shirt. No joke, I love it! All items in the WTBL store are great ways to support the blog and my family at the same time!  Seriously.  This and my writing (books/blog) are what I currently do for a living now.

Also a gentle reminder that my first ever book is published and for sale at amazon.  It’s a cute little tongue twister of a book that’s fun to read aloud.  Inside animal friends will help your little ones learn their alphabet.  Each letter is represented in huge colorful graphics, just right for little fingers to trace.  I knew what I wanted in a kid’s book for Sammy, I couldn’t find it, so I made my own.  Do you have kids?  Nieces and nephews?  Little cousins?  Judging by the fact Sammy won’t let her copy out of her sight, this book is sure to be a hit!

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This is Pepper Penguin and clicking on her will take you to the book over at Amazon!

In closing, this quiet observation:

Either lightning bugs are getting faster, or I’m getting slower, but Sambam and I were out there for a good 30 minutes and we caught a total of 2.  One of which couldn’t even fly.

 

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