I’ve realized that I was born to be noticed. I have a thing for wanting to mean more than I mean by myself, for wanting to be more than I am.
I have things inside of me that deserves to be noticed.
I have a goodness inside of me. A willingness to sacrifice myself for the greater good. An ability to endure and withstand pain. I have the ability to inspire, to care, to notice, to leave an impression, to impress, to shock, to nurture.
I am terrified of being kept in a cage, forgotten in a box, shoved onto a shelf, gathering dust.
Perhaps that is why I find this new hobby fascinating…
I never knew there are social media websites where you can post your thougths, pictures, deepest wants and desires, but not your face… never your face…
I've got borderline personality disorder. I'm divorced. I'm in my early thirties. I'm really confused.
I'm in a relationship. I'm an entrepreneur. I'm honest. I like to think I'm a good person. I'm definitely an empathic person. I'm a caring person. I try to make the world a better place.
I experience extreme highs and extreme lows. I have difficulty processing emotions. I have difficulty maintaining relationships. I've got an extreme fear of abandonment. I'm still learning how to be a better me.
I have low self-esteem. You'll have to look very far to find a more loving person than me. I love deeply and fiercely.
I love dogs. I love dancing, writing, poetry. Occasionally my posts include poetry. Most of the time it's just me talking to you.
It helps me process things. It helps me remember things. It helps me create a sort of constant reminder of who I am.
I'm grateful to those of you who read my posts and leave a helpful comment. I try to include helpful links to resources and stuff, when I can.
This platform means the world to me. I've met some really wise, amazing and supportive people. Thank you for giving me a space where I can literally just be me - no holds barred.
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