Mental-Health-Aware

Waves of thunder collide inside our lungs nurses hold canisters of pills to light delicate between finger and thumb, jewelers appraising pearls. A hard shake held up beside the nape, with baited hush assess how many days we’ll be imprisoned here. Shells pressed against walls with ears - strain for the sound of the sea, salt air, the rush of freedom it takes blood to hear. We pull hooks from our bodies, cast them back to the dark like mermaid scales and purses. Sea debris haloes our feet carapace of drowned souls, scattered drift wood crosses, lost possibilities. We see white cascade into a cup like so many stars thrown across the night. Petals and ashes on a grave of water teeth shaken out of our skulls, crabs scuttling to escape crab pots. Our hands quake as we stretch them out, naked pain. Lightning strikes in pulses that tattoo lines across our skin. We are sailors weathered from red storms, waged within. White fire licks our feet, ebbs and creeps back like foam.

Into the winding gyre I fall, As the tempest around me abounds… The storm reaches in touching my soul, Surrounding me with incessant sound. My mind burns with such fear, As my pain takes over and I cower… My past remains so clear, And yet my future has no power – This is the path I’m on, And yet I have fallen… Not too deep yet, But I can hear the crazy calling. This state of being, I try to avoid – It’s hard to admit, I may be paranoid… The lightning hits me hard, And I feel my body writhe and shudder, I wish I could steer this ship… But I am without a rudder. The cruel wind bites my skin, Ripping away my shields… This will not last, I tell myself, In time I will heal. This is not the end, Or even the beginning… It’s a never-ending circle, And it can’t stop me from grinning… I may be crazy, schizoid, mad… But the truth be told, I’m not that bad. The evil gene I seemed to have skipped, Or maybe I sidestepped the curse – If this is the punishment, It could be worse. So maybe I am

Borderline Personality Disorder is living in a body that is trying to fight while the mind wants to die. Borderline Personality Disorder is rushing from one relationship to the next just to fill the emptiness deep inside, but also struggling to maintain that relationship to the fullest. Borderline Personality Disorder is becoming impulsive and reckless, but it is also the main reason our life goes deeper in the hole. Borderline Personality Disorder is not being able to control your emotions no matter how hard you try, but it is also why people walk out of our lives. Borderline Personality Disorder is too much. You feel too much. You think too much. You cry too much. You get angry too much. Borderline Personality Disorder is thinking that everything is really bad or really great, but never picturing the gray areas. Borderline Personality Disorder is hating your loved ones the hardest, but also loving them with a passion. Borderline Personality Disorder is feeling everything