There is much debate about the use of medication for BPD which I am not prepared to enter into right now. That’s not to say I won’t at some point because I will. I will also no doubt write posts about what medication has (and hasn’t) done for me in terms of body and mind over the years. Right now though, I want to focus on something I am going through and not only that, something I am sure many medication taking sufferers will also have to go through.
The joyous act of changing to and starting a new med. Continue reading →
When I was a little girl I was made to dance. I wasn’t allowed any lessons or given any instruction but I seemed to have a natural rhythm that dictated some type of talent and my step dad cashed in on that. With no money available for the real competition scene (coupled with the fact that I really was not good enough to compete against the top girls), instead I was peddled round the parks on our cheapo tent holidays winning less cheapo holidays in better parks and chalets.