borderline personality disorder

Book Review: Borderline and Beyond Revised edition by Laura Paxton.

As you can see I have been hitting the books on the xmas break! I ordered this one cheap from Amazon as a paper copy. I am glad I didn’t spend too much on it. I will say, Laura is courageous and amazing just for having reached through to the other side of recovery and sharing her advice and knowledge.

But, talking about the book – I do think this didn’t have enough for me as someone who has been on the recovery journey for 20 months. I did like the daily Borderline Symptom Inventory – a little quiz you can do daily to see how you’re doing (I’m going to do it after this review, in fact). You can then work on those areas by going to the relevant chapters in the book. I did just that but found that once you’ve reached a certain stage in recovery the book mainly told me that I’m doing great and to continue doing what I am doing and that recovery will surely be mine! A great outcome and thank you Laura for saying so in the book but I guess I wanted a little more.

I will add that Laura uses some interesting metaphors and talks about negative and positive energies when referring to some of the deeper issues that people with borderline personality disorder face. To me, this adds realness to the subject in a way that psychiatric terminology/jargon just cannot do. She also includes poetry which I feel is a great way to express some of the emotionality of the experiences people have when faced with this disorder. I like it, and I’m sure many others will too.

I think this book does have some valuable information in it, but it may be better suited for people who are in the beginnings of their journey towards recovery and/or who have some key areas that are signficantly impacting their daily lives. It’s not very long either so if you are looking for an in-depth book on the subject, this probably isn’t the best one to go for.

Until next time!




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Book review: Stronger than BPD – Debbie Corso

Okay so I don’t really think I am much of a book reviewer but I just wanted to share what I felt as I was hesitant about buying this book at first. I’ve been on the DBT Path courses a couple of years ago and got to email Debbie directly. Debbie Corso, is a prominent figure in the BPD recovery community mainly because she shares so much about her own recovery and helps others in their journey too. If you can’t get BPD in your area I would definetly recommend her online DBT path course. Unfortunately, back at the time I chose to do the course I was in a tricky living situation, so I had too much going on for me to really be able to implement what I was learning. But the course itself was informative and mimics very well the actual face to face group setting as much as it can on an online platform.

The reason I was hesitant to buy this book was because I have read quite a lot of BPD recovery stories online on blogs, vlogs etc. and also books. I’ve also studied BPD quite extensively now and don’t feel there is much more to learn about the nature of the disorder (so I say). I didn’t want to read basic information and a few techniques that I may already know about.

This book was well worth the money! and it wasn’t much at all for the kindle version. Debbie doesn’t go too much into explaining the criteria etc. she jumps straight into how to implement DBT but gives examples of how and when she used it in her own personal life, and in some pretty tough, major life situations.

I’ve not even finished the book yet but I wanted to share that I am really benefitting from the book already and I would highly recommend it to anyone, not just if you have a diagnosis. The techniques can be applied to pretty much any life stressor, whether it’s on the mild end of the spectrum to something you may feel is more severe. Somehow, she phrases it in a way that makes it stick in my brain as well, as I’ve noticed good old emotions come in the way and in those moments I forget a lot of the techniques I’ve learnt.

I’ve already used the problem-solving idea earlier this morning when I was stressing out about being late to an appointment and showing up without the ID they wanted. I was familiar with the problem solving skill but it’s just her delivery I guess, that reminded me. I also used the ‘putting thoughts away in a box’ a little earlier, it’s one that has never really worked well for me, and it still wasn’t 100% but it was still about 60% effective, and if it means I’lll feel better, I’ll take it.

I’m learning something new page by page and I’m so happy she shared her wisdom and knowledge.

I will report back soon guys I hope you are all well!



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11 keys to recovery.

This lady shares her recovery tips with her ’11 keys’ to BPD recovery.

It’s brief, but I appreciate any resources out there and I agree with many of these, (although I don’t know enough to comment on key 11). I am going to try and read ‘The Four Agreements’ but I have been fortunate enough to buy 2 more books for recovery and I am going to get through those first. I will feedback on those, soon!


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I nuzzle in between your thighs,

Kissing your warm skin wherever I can,

I never tire of breathing you in.

In here, I feel at home.

Holding apart your soft skin with my fingers,

‘Tell me,

Tell me about the secrets you keep,

Where do you hide them?’

My lips rising to your womb

‘Is it here my love?

you keep your pain…

Nurturing it

As though you would a child?’

You shake your head,

Black tresses of hair swaying on the pillow.

How beautiful and tormented.

‘No, not here’.

I feel you restrict,

Pulling yourself inwards.

Stay with me.

I take my time,

Kissing my way to your chest.

I listen to the beating of your heart,

Trapped in a cage.

Is it tired?

‘Is it in here?…’ I ask.

‘…An unwelcome visitor?’

You turn your face to the side,

I know you are holding back tears.

You were always too proud to cry.

Gently, you nod your head.

Your brown eyes are so distant now,

Are they searching for escape?

‘Has my love not reached and thrown your demons out?’

‘No,’ she says.

‘Just hold me a little tighter, so that I can forget it all.

Even if…

it’s just for a moment.’




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How my dad’s BPD led to mine.

A big statement. But a very true statement; my dad has been untreated his whole life. Sure, it’s calmed down for the most part now that he’s in his 60’s but is it enough to simply ‘act out less?’ I would say no. It’s not enough to stop acting out when what you say can be just as damaging – the thought processes, the ‘verbal’ acting out is still there.

My mum’s away for a couple of weeks so it means I have to be around him a lot more than I am when she’s here. Even the way he talks to her is not OK but she has accepted a lot of his behaviours and just smiles or ignores it. As someone who went on to develop (now, traits of BPD) I can’t just ignore what he says.

Anyway, last night I had a bit of a go at him, and in my eyes, rightly so. I am going in to work late as I type this, because I was playing it out in my head this morning (and I’m not that well as it is) to see how I could have changed my behaviour if I needed to. This is how it went down:

We went to my sisters last night and ordered take out as we’re making it a weekly thing to do that. He came by in a suit which is very unlike him. We asked him about it and he joked saying that it was because last time I called him scruffy (he had his hood up of his hoodie tight so you couldn’t really see his face so he looked like a bit of a thug). Apparently I asked him again in the evening but I don’t remember really.

On the way back to the car. I asked him again as a joke/conversation. ‘So what was the real reason you wore that suit?’ I thought he may have visited his lawyer as he has an ongoing legal battle that, or he went to visit someone… just a bit of topic of conversation. He fell back and started talking to my sister/complaining that I’ve already asked him 3 times, I don’t have to believe him if I don’t want to, it’s because he didn’t have anything else to wear.. it goes on. She kind of dodged it and asked if he’s staying around to which he said ‘no last time I stayed your sister came down at 9 had a go at me to stop being loud because she had work, it doesn’t feel right, I don’t feel right.’

This, obviously got to me. Really, how dare he. It’s super hurtful that out of his own misinterpretation he assumed that my asking about the suit meant that I was ‘criticising him’ or ‘not believing him’ when actually I was just trying to talk to him. (This is why I usually don’t bother). Then to talk about it right behind me to my little sister, leaving me to walk on my own and alienate me. In the car I got in and said ‘I was just asking you about the suit as conversation’ he kept defending himself and I just said ‘sorry I even asked a question.’ He still didn’t apologise/feel anything bad about it or notice that he upset me. Everyone’s meant to tread around his outbursts.

He was lieing about it being 9pm. It was around 10:40pm and I know because I saw the clock on my way down before I asked him to be quiet. My ‘go’ at him was : ‘can you talk quietly please I have to sleep for work and I can hear you.’ It wasn’t in a sweet tone, sure, but I wasn’t shouting either. And with his door closed and mine and him being downstairs he obviously wasn’t as ‘quiet’ as he thought he was. And as someone with mental health I need my flipping sleep. I have a strict schedule for a reason. Not that he knows or cares.

I’m hormonal, was in pain and exhausted and already trying not to split with my sister who was smoking while with us. I told her not to, she can do that in her own private time but she didn’t listen to me. Which is fine, I can’t control her and I’m trying to notice when I ‘split’ and start villifying her in my brain just because she isn’t doing something I want her to. I can’t control her life. I have to accept that sometimes people will do what they want even if you ask them effectively. Your nearest and dearest will not always listen to you. I’m not her mother and she’s old enough I know, I just struggle with not seeing her as ‘all bad’ at those times. I’m trying to see that she’s a mixture, a mixture who I love as a whole even though sometimes she may really piss me off. We’re fine today, and I’m not splitting on her today, because the event has passed. So I feel like in those times when I see her as ‘so bad/disrespectful/stubborn’ or whatever it is that I’m splitting her into in my mind, I need to try to remind myself that I won’t be thinking like that perhaps even in an hour or two’s time. It’s during those moments that I find it really tough to remember that. But today, it’s back to seeing her as my normal everyday sister. I know we have quite different personalities and views on things but if I want to get better I have to accept that as well.

The situation with my dad didn’t go well after that. I felt a sting of pain and I wanted to cry in the car. It was in that moment that it made so much sense to me that I would have, as a child, developed BPD traits. It could even explain the social anxiety. It’s the unpredictability. If you’re having a regular conversation with someone/joking around and they misinterpret the situation and start talking about you/complaining/arguing it makes sense that you’re going to be afraid/unsure/anxious in your future interactions with people. I have learnt to be unsure of what to expect. It’s why I’m always second guessing how someone meant something, or whether if I’m assertive I might get an ‘angry response’ or shut down or rejected. Because I’ve grown up in a house where I wasn’t getting a ‘normal’ response. It would just depend on his mood and the dysfunctional  way he interpreted things. I mean hell, he would even flip at my mum asking her ‘why are you looking at me like that?’ when I remember, she would be looking at him the way all people look at eachother, but he had found a way of turning it into a threat and argue with her about it. It was, no doubt, truly, messed up. Not to mention it led him to physically beat her so many times.

Anyway, moving on from that. I decided not to cry but I was going to get my point across. I’ve grown weary of letting him say and do what he pleases and it goes uncorrected. ‘I was asking you normally about the suit, you know just to talk, and it wasn’t 9pm it was 10:40 and I didn’t have a go at you or say you can’t stay round at all so don’t make it sound like I did’. I mean he still didn’t apologise.

This is where my anger started to mess with me and my taking care of myself. He diverted the topic and carried on talking to my sister, ignoring me or my existence. I was still mad when I got home and went back out to his car. I told him/shouted that he didn’t need to talk about me behind my back to my sister, that it’s not nice, it’s actually hurtful and not to make it sound like I’m not letting him stay. That it was out of order how he did that. He told me: ‘I don’t have time for this’ and drove off.

Of course, he never has time for any of this. He never actually has had time for my emotional responses. I’ve had to work on in therapy one particular instance from when I was about as young as 7 where I was crying and all he did was make fun of me. So, you know, the parenting skills/emotional availability just aren’t there.

I’ve learnt a lot from this incident and mulling it over.

  1. That I have to be careful not to split on my loved ones, and when I have, to notice that’s what’s happening (something I’ve been doing more of recently) and to give it time to pass. I was able to not to get into an argument with my sister and make the house awkward over her smoking. I’ve also realised it’s important to remember that even if I do ask someone for something, they can say no, and that I can’t control her/anyone else. If I still feel a certain way after I’ve come out of ‘split’ mode I can always bring it up in a mature conversation. This act of noticing yesterday saved me from ruining a relationship I have had to work to get back.
  2. It’s not my dad’s misinterpretation that hurts, it’s okay to misinterpret situations but he should have asked for clarity. He could have asked me what I meant by that question and it would have opened up the conversation for me to explain I was just curious/joking, he could have saved himself an argument that came about from his own judgements. For myself, if I feel like I’m interpreting something negatively, I’m going to ask ‘What did you mean by that?’ or ‘Why did you ask?’ or ‘Could you explain a little more?’ I might sound a little bimbo’y in asking but it’s better than the alternative and at least I can give the other person a chance to explain.
  3. This is probably why I am nervous in social interactions, or one of the reasons at least.
  4. It was good that I stuck up for myself instead of letting him bull-doze his anger over me and accuse me of something that just isn’t true.
  5. I didn’t need to run to the car and have a go at him. It only hurt me more than him. I can voice my opinion but it doesn’t mean the other person will be sorry/care. I would have had a more productive time engaging in self-care and calming myself down and then perhaps in a day or two if I felt I still needed to say more, I could say more. What is most important in these situations is that I take care of myself and bring myself down.
  6. Some people will not realise, or acknowledge their part in the situation. You can only voice your opinion skillfully.

I was raging a little in the house, for about a minute or two and then I went to my room to calm down. I realised I don’t want that kind of environment at home. I grew up in that kind of angry/scary environment because of my dads moods. I’m not repeating that. I know I’m only human and it was okay to be angry but it’s not nice for me or my brother and sister to see it at home. So I regulated myself and then got talking to my brother and sister as usual because I want them to feel comfortable at home. I especially don’t want them to be afraid of me, even if my anger isn’t directed at them.

In a way I realise now how important it is for me to be as emotionally regulated as possible. I want my home to be peaceful. I want everyone at home to feel safe and happy and know that despite my mental health struggles, they are okay with me. If I ever get married I would want the same in that house too.

I also want that for myself. I don’t want to be ranting and raging because someone said something to upset me. I want to put myself as first priority and my self-care as first priority. I will stick up for myself but I am not going to chase or force an apology out of someone, I can’t get someone to say sorry, or feel sorry. That is on them.

There’s a lot more I could say but I will leave it there for now. Mainly because I want all of this to sink in for me. I was musing on a lot more today, and have emailed another psychiatrist to see if I can try some meds again, will report back on that another time.

Have a lovely evening guys. xx



borderline personality disorder


Maybe that’s what I am. I felt like that today, juggling my life with the brain that I have. I’m sorry, somewhere along the line I made my blog about recovery and mostly, with a focus on how I’m doing better but this one isn’t about that.

On the outside, I am getting a lot done, and mentally, I am so hyper aware of my BPD on a daily basis just to get through the day. Only to rinse and repeat tomorrow, I feel like life is one big marathon where even the weekends are not the ‘come down’. I feel like I never really get ‘rest’. My brain just doesn’t let me. That, and I cram all these activities and events and responsibilities to feel like I’m in recovery and doing well by managing all these things, but I don’t think I know when it goes from healthy to ‘too much’ or whether it is enough and I will see the fruits of it all later.

I think tomorrow I have to cut caffeine as I know I can get worse when I have too much, and I have been having wayyy too much, the reason I don’t care about it as much as I should is because even when I’m not on caffeine – my mind still races. From the moment I wake up, before my alarm has even gone off, my brain is going faster than I want it to. Even if it’s nothing ‘negative’ it will be firing off about work, what I need to do tomorrow, responsibilities, stress, stress, stress. I mean, if my brain must subject me to this invasion of thoughts why couldn’t it be something nice, like I dunno, fluffy kittens and laughing babies and how I should probably have icecream tomorrow and don’t forget to smile and ‘you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful’, you know, the good stuff.

Today, I ‘split’ on a colleague in my head and she had no idea, she looked at me in a way and told me not to do something in a bit of a moody? way, but then even apologised as she hadn’t clarified that she didn’t want me to do it. I spent a minute or two stewing inside about how much I dislike her now, how much of a bad person she is for having looked at me that way in front of the others when it was her own fault, how I don’t really like her…I realised what I was doing, all of this went on in my head, invisible to her. If I wasn’t so hyper aware of my condition, I’m not sure I would have realised what I was doing. I was able to get back to a more realistic view of her (she just came back from being sick and was actually pretty moody and it was showing in her interactions with everyone, not just me).. and continue talking to her effectively about work and later on laughing and sharing opinions.

I had to stop myself from eavesdropping on my bosses in the office because sometimes I’m still getting paranoid type thoughts that I must be topic of conversation, and always, it tells me, in a negative way. I realised these thoughts were ridicolous and forced myself to walk on, but that type of thought still comes.

I forced myself to state calmly what I needed my family members to do and had to try my best not to flip out when my dysfunctional father was irritating me with his no filter. He was round all day and he really makes it so much more difficult for me to manage myself. He has no idea about my life, my struggles, but comes over and demands and says things that are just not helpful.

Because of the holiday season I have a 3 week gap so I hope I can make it through this time without anything major happening. I have a big day tomorrow at work and I really want to be on form for it but I don’t know if I will be, or can be.

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I have known for a while now that I’m a HSP, I’m not sure how much is out there about being an INFP, HSP and having BPD but I do feel like some personality types may be more prone to developing BPD symptoms. I don’t want to delve into it further than that as I just don’t have the knowledge to talk about it but I have found some commonality between the three and perhaps the traumatic experiences are what trigger the difficulties associated with what is otherwise, a positive HSP experience?

Anyway I am starting to appreciate the difficulties I experience on a daily basis that are outside the realm of BPD and more perhaps lending itself to what can be called a highly sensitive personality. Why do I use this label this time? Because this relates to my daily environmental experiences and triggers that are not usually things that are perceived in any way as threatening or negative.

I’ve noticed recently that it is affecting me in a number of ways:

I find myself squirming inside or feeling shocked when I hear a loud sound I wasn’t expecting, not like a crash or bang type loud noise. It could be a truck driving past and the shudder of it by my window that took me by surprise or my sister laughing loudly downstairs or the beeping of the train doors as they shut that bring me to shudder or feel assaulted to the point where I can’t focus on what I’m doing, reading or writing.

I have to dim my lights sometimes hours before bedtime, at least once a week I need to put on my fairy lights (warm glowy girly ones that make me so happy :D) about as early as 7pm, lock my room door and do a lot of nothing just to come down from the business and constant stimulation I experience in the day.

Being in social groups can get tiring too, not the whole time I am there but after a period of time, I am just drained from talking and being talked to, it starts to feel more like I’m being talked ‘at’.

Unexpected phone calls. This can affect me because my moods are unpredictable so sometimes I am really not together enough to want to answer calls, which sucks, because they’re usually from family and I can’t really ignore them which means I have to pretend even more. It also sucks into my ‘quiet space and time’ and I have to summon some kind of energy and politeness and be prepared to be on the phone longer than I want to be.