Passion: An Early Morning Thought

When I like someone, every ounce of their being becomes a passion and an addiction. The long nights skyping and laughing until the sun is peaking through the cracks of the window, glistening in her eyes. The crave to kiss their lips as if your life depends on that final moment. Feeling the uncontrollable urge until you finally fill up your tank with gasoline and drive 10 hours just so you can finally feel how soft their skin is and how those early morning sunrises in her eyes look more breathtaking lying right next to her in bed. The passions you already have in life blossom, as you continue searching for the right person. Love forms from those early mornings where the sheets are tangled and sleepy kisses are exchanged. Love consumes your soul, creating a passion for them that causes you to so blindly do stupid things because they all of a sudden become first in your life. Your passion towards them fuels like the same passion you have towards writing, or sports, or cooking. You drive 3 hours and skip a day’s worth of classes just to take care of them when they’re sick. You drive through a blizzard just because you miss them so much, and they miss you and you feel empty without their presence, the exact emptiness you feel when you give up a life-long dream, or give up doing something you once enjoyed doing. The difference is that love is not a hobby. The passion towards a person you love is more, because as addicting as a hobby can be, when a person you love decides to walk away, it’s out of your control. You don’t get to decide when to re-engage that passion, no you are stuck with the fact that it’s gone despite how much you still crave it, need it. You go through withdrawal symptoms like quitting cocaine without a proper detox regiment. It’s all sudden. It’s all intense. You feel it trying to force it’s way out, and it burns so much through your veins that you have to release it, because if you can just pour out all of the passion coursing through your veins where they once were, maybe, just maybe that passion will finally die and they will no longer live within you. The worst part, is figuring out if that passion towards them will die, or if you will.

May is Mental Health Awareness Month

Mental Health is just as important as any physical ailment. Our minds must be taken care of; It’s an important function of our body. When our mental health suffers, our entire being suffers. It’s a daily struggle, but love and support eases the pain of those suffering.

Let this be your sign if you are struggling. Know that someone out there DOES care and DOES understand what you are going through. You’re not a freak, you are not some psycho, you are human. You deserve to feel safe and comfortable talking about your problems instead of feeling fear or worrying about judgment. 

Mental Illness is a real disease. If you feel like you have nowhere to go or no one to talk to about your mental health, if you feel unsafe or worry about judgment when opening up the conversation to seek help you need, know that I am here. 

I will offer a supportive, compassionate ear. I will listen to any issue, no matter how “small” it may seem. Your mental health deserves to be cared for. You deserve to know that you are not alone, you are not crazy, someone out there genuinely wants to help you feel better and cares for you. 

This offer is not just for the month of May. It’s for every month, every day, no matter what hour. I’m here 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 364 (365) days a year. I love you all, and I care. <3 p="">

Coping with A New Diagnosis: Borderline Personality Disorder

It felt like a regular doctor's visit.

For my depression and anxiety, I go in every few months to see my psychiatrist about my medication. We were discussing some of my lifestyle changes: Being in debt, moving, living in a not-so-wonderful situation household wise, dealing with relationship instability, etc. She asked if I was in therapy, and explained trying to get in touch with my old therapist since she left the practice. We went out to the lobby to get me set up with a new therapist, when I noticed there were three items under my "Current Health Issues" column instead of two. My latest diagnosis, as you can see from the title, is Borderline Personality Disorder.

Okay, so now raises the big question: What exactly is Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)?
According to The National Institute of Mental Health (nimh.nih.gov/BPD):
"Borderline personality disorder (BPD) is a serious mental illness marked by unstable moods, behavior, and relationships.Because some people with severe BPD have brief psychotic episodes, experts originally thought of this illness as atypical, or borderline, versions of other mental disorders. While mental health experts now generally agree that the name "borderline personality disorder" is misleading, a more accurate term does not exist yet.Most people who have BPD suffer from:

• Problems with regulating emotions and thoughts
• Impulsive and reckless behavior
• Unstable relationships with other people.

People with this disorder also have high rates of co-occurring disorders, such as depression, anxiety disorders, substance abuse, and eating disorders, along with self-harm, suicidal behaviors, and completed suicides."

Now that you've had a minor education lesson in Psychology, let me essentially break it down (not only for your benefit, but myself as well.)To be diagnosed with BPD, you have to qualify under at least 5 of the following symptoms. For educating the public purposes, I'm going to go through each of the symptoms and give you a glimpse into the head of someone with a mental illness.

• Extreme reactions—including panic, depression, rage, or frantic actions—to abandonment, whether real or perceived
  Okay, so I've always been a bit of a drama queen, which is partially what makes me a decent actress and fiction writer; I can tune in with other's emotions and put myself into those situations so easily. Being alone has always been a fear of mine, especially when it comes to loved ones. Leaving my first college to transfer, and even transferring the second time, one of my biggest fears was that my friends would ultimately just forget me. The friends I made I was extremely close to, and losing them seemed devastating. While I recognize almost every of time that the moments I feel abandoned come up, they are irrational.
  
• A pattern of intense and stormy relationships with family, friends, and loved ones, often veering from extreme closeness and love (idealization) to extreme dislike or anger (devaluation)
  Okay so I don't think this one is nearly as bad. I do notice I can attach easily to people. I have minor trust issues (who doesn't?) but I can easily gain a sense of closeness from a person. I am working on this aspect of my life though, especially when it comes to dating. At least I'm not the stalker type of close with people. I like to think I'm fairly normal in this category.
  
• Distorted and unstable self-image or sense of self, which can result in sudden changes in feelings, opinions, values, or plans and goals for the future (such as school or career choices)
  This is pretty much my entire life in a nutshell. I have absolutely terrible self-esteem, and I definitely get super moody in this aspect. I've had a lot of issues struggling with sorting my life out, and I don't feel stable with my life. I've been fairly influenced when it comes to moving around suddenly, changing my life around, etc. Ultimately, I feel like nothing. I feel like even with working at the tattoo shop and writing/vlogging for Flurt Magazine, I feel like I'm going nowhere and I've accomplished nothing with my life.
  
• Impulsive and often dangerous behaviors, such as spending sprees, unsafe sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, and binge eating.
  Whoop, there it is. Luckily, I'm not one for shopping. However, some of these do apply to my life. After getting out of my last relationship due to life instability, I kind of decided that I needed to just "fuck around" for awhile and just do no-strings-attached casual encounters. Luckily that got cut off from my life quicker than I anticipated when I met Rachel. We're not officially together or anything, but I do like her and want to prove to her and myself that I can in fact be faithful and committed when the time is right. That's a completely different story though that I could ramble on. As far as reckless driving, I text and drive. I've considered driving into things, but I realize I could jeopardize someone else's life. Substance abuse.... I recently was super drunk and tried Molly (aka Meth & Ecstasy combined). I don't believe I'm addicted to alcohol or any other drug for that matter. Lastly, binge eating. Probably the worst of these behaviors for me. I was a binge eater for a year during high school, until my gallbladder began malfunctioning and I ended up being so sick that it had to be removed. I was pretty good about binge eating, but notice recently I've started doing it again as another way to cope. It's not really eating my feelings, it's more of I do it because I want to feel some sort of pain, even if it's stomach pain. It's a unique type of self-harm.
  
• Recurring suicidal behaviors or threats or self-harming behavior, such as cutting.
  *TRIGGER WARNING*
  I've been a cutter since I was 13. I've gone several lengthy periods where I have restrained myself from the destructive behavior. However, it is an addiction for me. It's a way to release the emotional pain by putting it elsewhere so I can focus on a different type of pain. I was doing well for awhile, but the past two relapses I've had, I noticed I was having a sort of "psychotic" episode. I panic hard core, feeling desperately alone, and I don't know where else to turn to at the time. Everything goes kind of fuzzy, and next thing I know there's blood. I tend to have this mentality during the psychotic episodes that if I cut, I can somehow release the inner demon making me feel the way I am, almost a way to get them out of my bloodstream and out of my body.
  As for suicide, well, I'm not really one for death. I'm actually terrified of it. However, last school year I ended up with suicidal thoughts, but they went away once I got on my medication. They started returning in September, and have struggled on and off with them since. I know if anyone is reading this, a common reaction might be, "That's so selfish of you." Well, it doesn't seem selfish in my head. If anything, I feel like I'm doing everyone a favor by not having them worry about me 24/7. I already feel unworthy of the people around me since I feel "crazy". Sometimes, it feels easier to just leave the world so that everyone can stop wondering every second how I'm doing. Keeping them worried seems more selfish to me (Note: This is just my ramblings of what goes on in my head. At this moment, I am in no means suicidal.)
  
• Intense and highly changeable moods, with each episode lasting from a few hours to a few days
  This one is pretty self-explanatory. I notice it's gotten worse, especially when it comes to my period. Already with PMS, women experience a heightened mood swing rate. It was pretty typical of me I guess anyway, but more recently I tend to be more emotionally unstable. I'm a fairly relaxed person, and my mood usually reflects that way.Around my period any more though, YIKES. Believe me, if you're one of my friends and you hate how I'm acting, imagine how I feel! I don't like it any more than you do. Hence why I get so apologetic.
  
• Chronic feelings of emptiness and/or boredom
  Feel nothing, want nothing, know nothing. Emptiness is a terrible feeling. I do get bored rather easily, and I'm lucky that now I have my work to fall on during those times to keep me focused on something. I notice with my boredom, the emptiness comes along with it. You over think everything, and suddenly, NOTHING. Emotional numbness sometimes sucks worse than actually feeling.
  
• Inappropriate, intense anger or problems controlling anger.I wouldn't say I have anger issues. I notice I've been more irritable however. I mean when I get angry, goddamn you probably should just walk away. I once had an ex (who was in the military, mind you) that always told me she was terrified any time I ever was angry. I get passionate when I'm mad. Who doesn't though, right?
  
• Having stress-related paranoid thoughts or severe dissociative symptoms, such as feeling cut off from oneself, observing oneself from outside the body, or losing touch with reality. Last one (Thank god, right?) This one is probably the most interesting symptom. Maybe you've had a dream before where you were watching yourself through the dream. If you haven't, here's a better example: Imagine being in a movie theater watching yourself do exactly what you are doing right now, but you're the only person in the audience. It's honestly kind of bizarre and hard to explain. I think the best way I can explain it is through an old blog post I have on this page:"You're sitting in a busy, noisy room, All of a sudden, it's quiet. Te earth just feels still, and you feel like for a moment, it's only you. Nothing else is around; it's all just quiet. After a few moments, you begin hearing noise again, and you snap back into reality realizing that while you were stuck in that moment, the world continued on without you. The noise and rush of the room comes back to your sense, overwhelming them."

So maybe this was educational, maybe you got bored reading inside my mind. I'm trying to come up with multiple ways to understand my new diagnosis, and what living with it entails for myself. I'm doing my best to sort out my feelings and understand myself on a new mental/emotional level. I'm pretty big on being self-aware of myself, and this to me just presents a new challenge towards that goal. I understand that I have a lot of these symptoms, but it doesn't make it easier to admit to it.
I'm learning to embrace it, so that I can make a difference. I want to see this as a new opportunity to speak on behalf of those who are too afraid or in the same position as I am as far as accepting the diagnosis. I'm hoping to see it more as a blessing and learn to love myself with it, than let it consume me and become my Hell.