Living With Borderline Personality Disorder

The Fall  

Life, although difficult at times,

Was logical – it had order.

Family, then school, then friends, then sleep;

Cyclical.

Structured; while partially annoying

But doable.

Impossible to be different.

Before the fall that shook the house.

When it got hard, toughen up – it will pass.

When I got hard

Toughen up – it will pass.

Don’t admit the incessant fear of judgment.

Don’t admit your urges, desires.

Don’t admit – you.

Because that is what is normal, because then you can hide

You –

From their judgment.

Before the fall that shook the house.

Feelings of abnormality

Then – through illogical logic – hidden,

Because it – cleared – sort of like morning fog.

All I knew was, failure hurt.

And everything I did was a failure;

I was a

Failure.

Before the fall that shook the house.

College helped, the freedom felt good

To everyone else.

Therefore it felt, good, to me.

Drugs opened up something new;

A weird happiness – a weird calm.

But now, I feel emotions – all of them.

Illogical, I know, but nevertheless they were there – my demons.

Toughen up, everyone else can do it, why?

Can’t I?

Before the fall that shook the house.

Now I am illogical,

Emotional. For the first time, and

I cannot handle it.

Then it happened.

The psychosis.

I opened it –

Pandora’s box.

I felt as if I could remember the pain I once forgot.

That fall hit my gut with intent;

Intent for me to understand myself.

I shuddered

I could see the connections – synapses firing.

The puzzle was completed.

I was completed.

Understand I am different – but that is… okay.

My unstable foundation was hit hard

But not demolished.

Now it is time to mend

Rebuild, stronger, better.

After the fall that shook my house.

That psychosis was unveiling.

But it wasn’t the last.

Many more have followed,

Each demanding,

But each removing the cast

That surrounded

Myself.

I have been building in the trees

My new sense of self –

My new understanding of Mother Nature herself –

I have found all the keys.

I will forever be a tortured man –

Plagued by psychosis –

And will never be a fan

Of man.

My only cure is unison

Between all life

Under the sun.

But with the actions of parasites, like us, and the path we stand on

Mother nature cannot hang on.

I want the world to cure her, for she, Mother Nature, is in a state of destitute. 

I am sick.

Understand I cannot change the world alone.