So it’s been confirmed. Your gurl has got a big ole case of Borderline Personality Disorder. I say big ole case, I mean mild-moderate, but that doesn’t sound as exciting. So big ole case it is. HOW INTENSE AND EXCITING AND UNSTABLE!
So you know how I’m a bit of a disaster? A hurricane of emotion. A whirlwind of despair. A typhoon of ecstasy. A tornado of metaphors. I went to therapy to sort my shit out. It popped up on my On This Day thingy that it was a year ago that I had my first session. (I mean, it popped up a few days ago, but I’ve been busy. But let’s just pretend I am writing this exactly one year on. For dramatic effect.) Let’s see how this changed my life.