People with BPD are courageous every day
Last week my boarder who lived downstairs passed away very suddenly. Since then I have been thinking a lot about death but even more about what it means to live. I have been on my own now for 14 years since my husband passed away except for a brief hiatus with a man I fell head over heels in love with but who never loved me in return. I had a little doggie who I loved intensely but he died at the end of April. I am alone again and feel very unhappy because of it. So what does it mean to really live?
What does it mean to really LIVE
My thoughts about life and death have shifted over the years. My husband used to say, even as he was dying, “Every day above ground is a good day”. I believe that. I used to try to commit suicide on a fairly regular basis. Now, the idea of doing something like that is repugnant to me. It’s all a matter of perspective. Savour your life: the good days and the bad. because one day they will all be over and you don’t want to miss all the adventures.
People with BPD spend a lot of time fantasizing about death
This article sheds some light on it for me. Living means being courageous in all you. It means never giving up if you can help it. It means being true to yourself and standing in your truth even if it’s ugly sometimes. It means loving yourself in all the ways you want to be loved, learning how to be your own best friend. This woman’s story is an inspiration for me.