How daily exercise helps me keep my BPD anxiety in check

I think I first became depressed as a young child. I was abandoned by my birth mother at a very young age, just six months, left at an orphanage where I languished for another five months before being adopted and sent to the United States where I grew up. Nearly as far back as I can remember, I was sad. I did not act out as a child, that came later but I would quite often isolate in my room feeling overwhelmed by sadness. I suppose it was unrealized grief, and having no words to describe the feelings, I was left fighting shadows of dragons that terrified me and seemed relentless in their attacks.

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Understanding Prompting Events and Action Urges

Deep inside every human’s brain is a small almond-shaped set of neurons called the amygdala.The amygdala is responsible for regulating our emotions. It is part of what is known as the limbic system.

When a person encounters some form of stimuli, the amygdala sends out a chemical reaction to the body.

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How using DBT distress tolerance skills helped me cope with my big emotions

My emotional life was always chaotic and out of control. Something would happen to me or someone would simply say the wrong thing and I was off to the races. My husband used to say that my anger was like a nuclear weapon that could go from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds. I felt that no matter what I did, I could not control it. I would explode and lash out and God help anyone who was in my way because I would simply steamroll over the top of them.

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Why I run a website about BPD

I have lived with BPD for a long, long time. In fact, there are many days that I marvel at the fact that I was able to survive myself because I spent years trying to kill myself. I made one very serious suicide attempt which, thankfully, was not successful but it had a tremendous impact on my life.

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What standing in a torrential downpour taught me about radical acceptance

am going to a big, fancy wedding in mid-July and so had to buy a big, fancy gown to wear. This also necessitated a new pair of shoes, what I call “girl shoes.” I don’t wear girl shoes very often any more. Since I broke my ankle and I am quite unsteady on my feet because of my brain injury, the idea of me wearing heels at all fills me with great trepidation. But, I care about this person who is getting married and I don’t want to disappoint or embarrass him.

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