BPD, PTSD, SAD, OCD.

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What eats me up inside, is what is keeping me sane.

What eats me up inside, is what is keeping me insane.

Living with such conditions is not a choice, but a blessing.

Living with such conditions is not a choice, but a curse.

Why do I write?

I write because it is my way to cope.

I write because if depression had not found me,

poetry would be a foreign language.

I write because if anxiety had not found me,

poetry would be a homework assignment.

I write because if ache had not found me,

poetry would be a stranger’s hobby.

I write because my fists aim at my sister when I am having a breakdown.

I write because my first suicide attempt was at fourteen years old.

But my first idea of suicide was at twelve.

I write because when all else has failed me, I only have myself and my words.

I write because when my therapist asked me about my family, my only words were my tears.

I write because it is my only tranquilizer when my emotions are out of control.

I write because no one understands why I go into complete panic when someone forgets to close a door.

I write because no one understands why I sometimes see suicide as the peaceful side of life.

I write because my closest friends call me psychotic, after I tell them about my mental issues.

I write because hell will break loose if I didn't.

Why do I write?

I write because writing is what is keeping me sane.

I write because writing is what is keeping me insane.

Living with such conditions is not a choice, but a result.

Living with such conditions is not a choice, but a part of me.

 

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