Perhaps I should update everyone who came here all those years ago. My starting diagnosis was BPD, and I could not find much material on it at all. So this blog was started and I did not expect for it to head in any direction, other than just to express how it felt for others to know.
Later on, my diagnosis was changed to CPTSD, so therefore I learnt as much as I could and adapted it to my new diagnosis. Learning why I did the things I did, every small part of my growing up allowed me to understand what I became, to know the very fragments of what made me.
A melting pot of sharp glass, soft bubbles, cigarette ash and pastel evening clouds. I was damaged, but still alive, and with hope. Little bit by bit I have arranged all of the ingredients into a badass, magical agreement. I've picked up the pieces I wanted and shattered the ones I didn't.
Life spun into a whirlwind romance, I married my long term partner, discovered I was non binary, and spent the early morning of my 25th birthday (August 2020) at the side of my deceased mother, who was stolen away by cancer.
Nothing prepared me for the surprise I encountered on new year's day. I found out that I was to become a mother for the second time. Upon reading my blogs back, I come here as a recovered parent, and no longer the victim of a toxic household. My blog will now become a safe place for those abused, and I will extend my parenting towards anyone who can find me. You are safe here, I promise.
