I’ve had highs and lows. Lowly lows.
I’ve felt like giving in, collapsing my soul and giving it back to the universe. White flag waving above my former self; my body hosting a lifeless entity.
Most of my existence has been in turmoil. My BPD plays a huge part in the spastic differences in my happiness meter.
Now, the universe projected a new life unto me. The companion I’d always hoped would complete me.
I struggled for months, completely single, fighting my demons and learning to live with myself… all of my selfs. And then, he appeared in my life; my breath continued as normal, in sync with his.
I am bizarre. A handful. A tornado of twisty emotions.
I’m messy and a terrible cleaner. I laugh loudly, snort sometimes, too. I fart. I burp. (Oh my)
He’s seen it all. And he loves me.
We fit like the oddest shaped puzzle pieces. Im terrible at puzzles. But, I know this one is complete.