I don't want to forget about this. My brother his coworker and I are sitting in the garage smoking. The conversation is my brother talking about wanting to be a firefighters counselor. Talking about them having ptsd and how they need help and someone to talk to. All the stuff going on in their head everyday and how they need help because normal people don't understand. How they are looked down upon and relationships are ruined if they even try to talk about it. I'm sitting here like, Hello! What? You're own SISTER is struggling and fighting every single moment of her entire life against schizophrenia, c-ptsd, bipolar. I'm in question on whether I have borderline personality disorder because I've recently become aware of autism being misdiagnosed as bpd very often. And I really feel that I'm autistic. It makes sooooo much more sense. There I go losing my train of thought. Okay but yeah. It hurts that he invalidates my illnesses.
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The Girl With A Broken Mind
Random*Adult Content* I'm turning my blog/diary into a book. They are basically diary postings without the dates. They are random postings about whatever I'm feeling that day. Very raw, very detailed about my life. My blog and now this book is to help peo...
