Things That Still Bug Me

Dear Diary,

 

 

I was thinking about A and how much shit I put up with. Our first moment talking, I was the one who asked him out. He later told me that the only reason he swiped right (yes we meet on Tinder) was because of my ferrets. Then out first date he was over two hours late, I had to ask him to kiss me, and he was planning to just take me back to his house. On my birthday, he was dancing with other women. I had to make him start looking at me as more than someone to sleep with. He would ignore me on purpose, and as a punishment even though he know how it would drive me crazy. He made a lot of comments about other women, like how he could please any women. He was disgusting. And in the time that I needed him most, he couldn’t man up. My dad even said this.

 

Dear Diary,

This past weekend was really nice. I needed to get away and get out of my head. A helped take care of my sister over the weekend when she got dunk. It was interesting to see this on the outside. I am normally the one that is that drunk and needs to be taken care up. It is scary to see, but also I learned. But on the way to home, A bragged about how his hand could please any women…

 

Dear Diary,

This past weekend, A and I went camping up by Glenwood Springs. On the way back we were talking about the traffic. Country Jam was going on. He made the comment that they were fake county girls and were easy and he would have to remember that for next year.

 

Well It’s Over Now( written in June)

* This post is a little scrambled. I was written in a Daily Thought Recorder. How it works;

  1. You describe the Event is detail
  2. What was the Impact of the Event
  3. What was the Intensity of the Emotions
  4. What were your Initial Responses
  5. Thought Fallacies (finding and labeling the distortions of the thinking)
  6. Reasonable Responses (talk back and change the distortions to more reasonable thoughts) With this you use the Common Thinking Errors, this was in my *Thinking* post.

With all that being said, here is how the break-up started.*

Day 1 and 2:

Event: A got a part time job at a bar that he starts this Friday and he will work Friday, Saturday and Sundays. He didn’t tell me he applied, we had plans like a wedding to go to soon. We never talked about him getting this job, or the fact he was low on money. I then got really mad and started a horrible fight. I attacked him with words. He was hurt, and wanted to leave me alone. I started cutting myself, trying to get him to pay attention and start fighting again. It didn’t work. I cried myself to sleep with him laying right by me. He then went to work and didn’t say goodbye. He then came over, attacked me with words, called me names and left. Before he left, I gave him the book Stop Walking On Eggshells.

Impact of Event: rage, sadness, abandonment, no understanding

Intensity of Emotions: 10, 10, 10, 10

Initial Responses:

  • Maybe he just is setting me up to break-up with me (Emotional Reasoning and Catastophizing)
  • He’s just like them all (Dismissing the positive and All or Nothing)
  • He is standing me up like every other guy (Dismissing the positive)
  • Why am I like this (Labeling)
  • He wants to sleep in his house because when I’m like this I am mean and hurtful. (Labeling)
  • I hate being in my head ( Emotional Reasoning)
  • I want to stop thinking and feeling (Emotional Reasoning)
  • He wants to leave (Emotional Reasoning)
  • He can’t stand to be around me (Emotional Reasoning, Flaw)
  • He made me waste my make-up (Blaming)
  • He got want he wants, he will never takes me out (Assuming, All-or-Nothing)
  • It’s good that I know he didn’t like to dance, it makes sense why he found a way out of being with me (Blaming, Emotional, Assuming)
  • I wish I’d never meet him
  • He’s going to leave me and be happier (Assuming)

Reasoning:

  • He is only doing this so he can be more comfortable
  • He still wanted to try and work on us (as of last night)
  • He stayed last night

 

Day 3:

He ignored me all day and then said that he didn’t know if he wanted to be with me.

Day 4, 5, 6, and 7:

No contact. This drove me crazy. I was crying, and doing a lot of self destructive things. Being ignored triggers me to become my worse. I was Borderlining.

I couldn’t eat, sleep, do anything productive. I feel behind on my summer classes to the point I wasn’t sure if I was going to pass them. I was a horrible time. All I could think is how worthless I was, how I deserved this and that he was better off. I want to call him and beg him to come back. I wanted to beg him, because I knew it had worked once before. But this was different. I had never been ignored for this long. I couldn’t figure out how to talk to anyone, I was locked inside my own head.

Day 8:

He finally decided to talk to me. He was done I begged him for another chance. I told him that I would do anything that he wanted me to do. I told him that to at least notice that I didn’t go crazy when he ignored me. This (to me) was proof I could get better and that I was. He didn’t care, but somehow I got him talk into talking with my therapist.

My normal therapist was out of town that week, but my IOP therapist said she would talk to him.

He said that he was scared of what I would do to any children we had, he didn’t think I was mentally ready for a serious relationship, he was scared of me in a way. Even though he wanted to talk with her without me, I listened in. There was no way I was going to be able to not listen. My mind was going too many places to not listen in. Looking back, I wish I would not have, those words sometimes haunt me and they have taken a every long time to recover from.

After they were done talking, he was still ready to leave me. I used mindfulness and some DBT skills to handle him coming over to get his things. I even gave the jerk a  hug. I was using my distress tolerance skills, regulating my emotions, and using interpersonal effectiveness. I had to use a observe breathing technique, use my self-soothe kit, and I continued to catch myself starting to act instead of just feeling. I thought I was doing really good showing him how much I changed within the last week. Looking back, I think I did learn how to better handle “extreme” moments, but I was really just acting like I had changed a lot. I know it was going to take longer than a week to really implant these skills, but I had to show him I was different. I had to prove to him I was worth his time. It didn’t work. I even gave him my Mindfulness, Interpersonal Effectiveness, Emotional Regulation, and my Distress Tolerance worksheets, mind you they were all filled out to catered what he might want to read and not what would actually help me.

Before he left, he told me “maybe in 5 years we could try again.” I held on to this for months. That was until I remembered I had told him this is what I told me crazy ex when I finally broke up with him. I was now the crazy ex and he drove away.

After the Hospital (written in May 2018)

Rules of Engagement

  1. Always tell the truth — I need to tell A why I am so sad. I need to tell him that Mother’s Day really affected me. The lose of our girl really made me think about losing my son. I need to share with him about my aunt committing suicide via alcohol. I need to tell him about my summer schooling cost and the fact that I’m in an IOP program. I voiced that I was scared about him reacting negatively and wanting to leave again, but he said he wouldn’t

I need to let him in more. I need to also tell him that when I;m not ready to talk to not push. When he pushes, it puts me into a fight mood and I don’t want to fight with him when it doesn’t really involve him. I don’t want to take my problems out on him. I also need to talk about my “plans”, so he knows. If he wants to be a pillar for me, then he is going to need to know all the darkness. He needs to know how fast my mind goes into a dark place. I need to share m demons, instead of hiding every bad feeling, or every bad thought. No matter how dark. These thoughts need to come out.

My aunt passed away May 17th. She drank and used pain pills until her liver failed. She had a chance to save herself, but wanted to give up. She was done with life. It was extremely sad. I was able to see suicide on the other side. My mom even came up to me and told me to “get my act together” because she doesn’t want to plan my funeral. It was eye opening. It was heart breaking to lose my aunt, but I watch the way my grandparents responded. Seeing that helped me not even want to think about attempting to commit suicide again.

Over the weekend I was able to see all of my cousins and all of their kids. I got to play with all of the young 2nd cousins, but it was good to see everyone even though it was because of the funeral.

I also used the rules of engagement to communicate with my boyfriend. I didn’t brush what was bugging me to the side and I used the “I feel statement”. It really worked. I told him that I felt hurt and like I did something wrong. He decided not to come to my aunt funeral with me and then proceeded to ignore me all day. I explained this to me and I felt like he listened and understood. I was mad at him until I was able to talk about what was bugging me. It was really nice to not keep everything bottled up. Last night B (my sister) and  watched 13 Reasons Why together with me. there was a scene in that show that caused me to have a horrible flashback. What happened in that scene is exactly what has happened to me. I had to leave and go down stairs. Even though my ex did that to me many times, one time continued to replay. All I could hear was “Did I just rape you?” in his smug voice. It was on repeat. When I went back upstairs, A wouldn’t touch me or talk to me. I got to the point were he was able to have his hand on my leg as long as I had my hand on his. I told him I was going to have him leave, but he didn’t want to.

 

Our Greatest Fear

It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure

It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It’s not just in some of us, it’s in everyone.

And as we let out own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from out own fear,

Our presence automatically liberates others.

 

-Marianne Williamson

 

 

https://www.lextalk.com/b/lextalk_blog/archive/2017/03/17/facing-your-fears-7-steps-to-help-you-quot-face-everything-and-rise-quot.aspx

My Lighthouse

Let this be my creed;

My lighthouse will be my beacon of my sobriety,

My lighthouse will be what I need when I get lost,

My lighthouse will be the sunrise I can make it to,

My lighthouse will be the safe place when I feel in danger,

My lighthouse will be my reminder that i can regulate emotions,

My lighthouse will be my light that follows,

Let this be my creed.

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! I want to start of by sharing a little bit about me. I am 24 years old and have been diagnosed by borderline, PTSD, and major depressive disorder. This blog is a way for me to share what goes on with a borderline person. There is a lot of information on what borderline is, but not much from someone who has it. I want to help people who are struggling with this same disorder.

This journey began with a stay at a Mental Health Hospital in April 2018. For privacy purposes, all names will be changed.

This stay is what started my journey into my recovery.  It has not been an easy journey, there was a lot of pain. Each week I will post things that happened that have lead up to this point. I will also post a Dear Diary so you know what it is like in a borderlines mind.

 

Warning: This blog will have stories of addict, self-harm, abuse, and talk about suicide. This is my borderline story.

“Being a borderline feels like eternal hell. Nothing less. Pain, anger, confusion, hurt, never knowing how I’m gonna feel from one minute to the next. Hurting because I hurt those who I love. Feeling misunderstood. Analyzing everything. Nothing gives me pleasure. Once in a great while I will get too happy and then anxious because of that. Then I self-medicate. Then I physically hurt myself. Then I feel guilty because of that. Shame.

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