I have dealt with the effects of Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) for most of my life. This piece was created as one of my first attempts to try and capture for those without BPD what my heavier days can feel like for me.
Thankfully, these days are fewer and further between (therapy works folks, but it is worth it to take your time finding the right one) for me lately, but as there is no cure or direct treatment/medication for BPD, I have to remain constantly vigilant of my mind and my symptoms in order to ensure those days don’t start creeping up again.
Likening myself/my brain to a haunted house felt incredibly accurate and almost natural for me. There is a certain twisted charm in the brokenness of my brain, though most people won’t actually consider really looking into it; those that do often disappear, or else come to be haunted in some way themselves.
