A soul-mate does not create chaos only to disappear. The Narcissist waits for the Borderline's hope to die last.
The cuts on my left arm also leaked over to my right arm, because I searched for happiness instead of myself.
Hopeless is ok; it's ok. Because hopeless means accepting what was lost, and respecting the journey of rebirth. It does feel hopeless, and it will waver, because the fight against BPD is heartbreakingly beautiful.
These are the people that walk into lives like angels, but leave like thieves.
To feel so disconnected from passion, and succumbed to disappointment, that our heart compares present to history and asks, "What am I supposed to do? Trust again?"
Are you going to leave me? Those six words are the Borderline’s lie.
When you needed compassion from your mother to honor your own grief, the poison of co-dependency made her shove dirt in your mouth instead of love. She may need you to never get better so you stay. The heart in you must be so dehydrated, from half-built everything that should be built, it can’t turn red.