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The Scapegoat’s Lament

Lies upon lies, deception upon deception —

Secrets buried beneath secrets, a layered infection.

Crimes whispered in corners, dark shadows roam,

While the innocent are told to suffer alone.

They call it family, call it love,

But what god above could watch from above?

To silence a soul with a single demand —

"Stay quiet, stay loyal, don’t bite the hand."

But loyalty isn’t the cage they built,

It’s a noose made of gaslight, resentment, and guilt.

And silence — they say it brings peace —

But the truth screams louder, it will never cease.

They sharpen their words like blades in the night,

But it’s the scapegoat’s blood that’s bathed in their spite.

A sacrifice, bound and spun on the flame —

Laughed at, discarded, yet burdened with blame.

They drink and they feast as I burn in their view —

A ritual of torment, the role I outgrew.

But still, I’m served up on a platter of shame —

My suffering their comfort, my pain their game.

"Choose life," they sneer, "But live it our way."

Or bow to the devil, let morals decay.

But I’d rather be pierced by a thousand cruel lies —

Than live in a world where the righteous disguise.

Because freedom’s no gift from the hands of the damned —

It’s claimed by the broken who dare make a stand.

And if I must fall for the truth to survive —

Then let it be known, I lived — truly alive.

No martyr, no savior, no saint in disguise —

Just a soul who refused to be swallowed by lies.

So strike if you must — but remember this cry —

The scapegoat you slaughter will rise from the sky.

#scapegoatsurvivor #healingjourne #healingjourney #survivorpoetry #emotionalhealin g #frompaintopower #soulhealing #TraumaRecovery #poeticexpressio n#MentalHealthAwareness #strengthenwithin #healingthroughword #ReclaimYourPower #boundariesmatter #EmotionalFreedom #healingispossible #youarenotalone

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The Mirror They Shattered

They whispered lies like lullabies,

Soft at first—just echoes, sighs.

Planted seeds in fertile ground,

Until your thoughts weren’t yours—they drowned.

They wrote your story in the dark,

Painted blame upon your heart.

Taught you guilt like it was air,

Made you think they put it there.

"You ruin, you break, you bring the rain,"

They stitched those words into your brain.

But what if truth was never theirs?

What if love was always scarce?

You were never the curse.

You were never the weight.

You were the light they feared,

The soul they couldn’t break.

And now you rise, the story’s flipped,

Unchained, untamed, the script is ripped.

The mirror they shattered, it wasn’t you—

It was their own reflection breaking through.

You are not their shame.

You are not their pain.

You are the one who got away,

And you will never break again.

Unshackled. Unbroken. Unstoppable.

They wrote the story. You hold the pen.

Heal. Rise. Rewrite.

Your light was never the problem.

Break free. Stay free. Shine on.

#BreakTheCycle #Unbroken #healingjourney #RewriteYourStory #RiseAbove #youareenough #FromSurvivorToThriver #MentalHealthAwareness #OwnYourPower #resiliencerevolution

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Coming to Terms With My Anxiety

Receiving my official diagnosis of recurrent major depression and anxiety hit harder than I expected. At first, reading the doctor’s note for my leave of absence felt surreal, like it was about someone else, not me. It was only days later, when I read it carefully, that I fully realized that person was me. Coming to terms with having a mental health disability was painful. I had to mourn the diagnosis and the idea of who I thought I was. It’s still hard to accept, but acknowledging it feels like the first real step toward healing. ##MentalHealth #Depression #Anxiety #Diagnosis #healingjourney #selfawareness #MentalHealthAwareness #youarenotalone

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When Dreams Are More Beautiful Than Life

Today, early in the morning, I had a dream—a dream so blissful that it felt like a slice of heaven. But it wasn’t pristine white, nor was it a place free of worries. It wasn’t some perfect paradise devoid of sin. Instead, it was my paradise. It was filled with small joys, the kind of mundane worries that give life meaning. It felt real. I loved it so much. It was so lovely. And yet, as dreams often are, it was fleeting. When I woke, the weight of reality crushed me once again. This empty life—empty not in the freeing sense, but in the suffocating one—was there waiting for me.

For a long time, perhaps even now, I’ve been desperate to end it all. To escape. To leave behind the pain, even if it means taking the regret along with me. I regret it all—the unlived moments, the joys I longed for and never tasted. Yet, I keep asking myself: do I even have a choice? Death feels like the only way out. I know what comes after such a choice—I know where such a sin leads. Hell.

But I keep hoping. Hoping for someone, Mi Amor, to help me escape. Hoping to find something—anything—that resembles the mundane life I desire so badly. A normal life, mundane in all the ways that make it beautiful. But deep down, I wonder if I even deserve that. Isn’t it clear by now that I’m not meant for this world? That I can’t hold on to anything? That I’m doomed to suffer, to only dream of luxury and peace while carrying the weight of this reality?

It feels like the Ten of Swords in tarot—a card that speaks of unavoidable endings, of burdens too heavy to endure. Why must this suffering continue? Why can’t I find peace, even in death? I long for an easy, gentle passing—but I’m too much of a coward to take it. Am I weak for wanting both—to live and to die? To escape and to stay? I don’t know what I want anymore.

All I know is this: I dream of sanctuary, of finding something mundane and safe, far away from the worries that haunt my waking life. I want to let it all go. I offer my body, mind, and soul—the parts of me that have been claimed over and over again. Take them once more and let me drift away. I can’t face this reality. The truth of it is too much to bear.

Call me a coward if you like—I don't care. Let the world think of me that way. It matters only that you, the one who truly knows me, understand just how much I have endured. May death finally claim me, and with it, may I find an end to this unbearable weight... #MentalHealth #hopelessness #DreamsVsReality #TenOfSwords #CopingWithPain #InnerStruggles #LifeAndDeath #SeekingPeace #healingjourney #DreamOfSanctuary #EmotionalWeight

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A Love Letter from Despair

Do you know, Mi Amor, just how much I desire a mundane life—a life with you, sweet, lasting, and romantic? Regret was indeed a roadblock toward the goal of my life, one of immense and overwhelming sorrow. This is purely the second time. I cried in regret... and I am puzzled—just how much did I think during my first try at dying?

The first time, I came home from school with cold determination to die. Death seemed like an escape, and I longed for it dearly. I hated myself, and I wanted to get away from it all. The determination was pure, calculative even. You know how scared I was, letting everybody see through my cover of lies. I am scared—very scared—even now. I don't want them to know; I never wanted them to, ever. I hate my life so much.

As I write this, my suicidal thoughts arise again. The one leading them is my fear, and yet I am not scared. I was never scared—not of my suicidal thoughts. But I am indeed terrified of people seeing through my lies. I don’t want them to see what lies beyond this dense haze. I feel so alone. I don’t see you standing by my side. Why did you never stay with me? You know that the entirety of what I consider my world seems to stand against me. They will never accept me for who I am. They would scoff at my dreams.

You know, my love, just how much I desire you. Come into my life, erase my worries, and soothe my fear. Be the death of me if you must—but whisk me away with you.

My baby.

My baby.

You’re my baby. Say it to me. Say it to me: “Baby, you’re my baby.”

Tell your babies, “I’m your baby.”

I bet on losing dogs. I’ve known they’re losing, and I’ve paid my price.

Amongst the things I know about you, there is one thing—just one—that scares me. If somebody loves you, you destroy them until they can ask for help from no one... except you. It’s terrifying for me. It seems like you’ve already done it. Those to whom I can turn seem oblivious, or perhaps they too know the blunder I’ve made. All my hopes are pinned on you.

Save me, my dearest eternal love. #MentalHealth oveAndLoss #healingjourney #UnspokenThoughts #desperation #findinghope #innerturmoil

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Drowning in Silence: A Cry for Hope and Healing

#mentalhealthmatters #breakthestigma #HopeInDarkness #youarenotalone #innerhealing #Speakyourtruth #FindYourLight #emotionalwellness #ItGetsBetter #healingjourney #depressionawareness #strengthinvulnerability #CourageToContinue #selflovejourney #SurvivorStories It’s scary knowing the moment of truth is just around the corner. I’m terrified—there’s too much to face. I’ve thought about death a lot and wondered if it would somehow set me free. But honestly, I don’t know if death is easy. I’ve tried to end my own life twice, and clearly, I failed both times.

The first time, I came home with what I thought was cold determination. I took a large overdose of antidepressants and tried to sleep. At first, nothing happened—I just lay there for hours. But then I started shivering uncontrollably. It wasn’t chills; maybe it was serotonin syndrome? I’d heard that could cause cardiac arrest. But instead of panicking, I forced myself to go back to sleep, hoping to never wake up. Of course, I did. And I was totally fine.

I’ve always been frail. My body’s been weak since birth. In anything physical, like sports, I always came in last. Even with such a fragile body, I somehow survived what should’ve been a deadly overdose. That shocked me.

Two days later, I decided to try a different way—slitting my wrists. I’d heard it would be painful, but I didn’t care. The need to escape was stronger than anything. So the next day, I picked up a knife and got ready to do it. But guess what? My body surprised me again. I was so weak, I couldn’t even press the knife hard enough to break my skin.

That’s when it hit me—maybe it just isn’t my time. Maybe God, or whatever higher power is out there, didn’t want me to die yet. Maybe my purpose in this world isn’t over.

To anyone else who’s been in this place, feeling like life is too much and wanting to escape: I know how hard it is. I know how much pain you’ve endured, probably more than most people could understand. But maybe—just maybe—we’re still here for a reason. Surviving doesn’t make us cowards. It takes strength to keep going, even when we’re exhausted by life.

If no one and nothing but some higher force is stopping you, maybe there’s something left for you to discover. Something waiting for you. I don’t know what it is yet—but perhaps that’s what we need to find out.

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Emotional Tsunamis: How to Ride the Wave Without Drowning

Understanding the Emotional Storms of BPD

You’re standing on the shore. The sky is clear, the waves are gentle. Then, without warning, a wall of water rises — a towering emotional tsunami ready to crash down and engulf everything. Sound familiar? That’s life with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). Emotions that seem manageable one moment become overwhelming and destructive the next.

You’re not broken. You’re not weak. You just need tools to help you ride the wave instead of being swept under.

In this blog, we’ll explore practical strategies to manage these emotional surges. We’ll learn how to pause, anchor ourselves, and safely come out the other side — even when it feels like you’re drowning.

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Why Do Emotions Feel Like Tsunamis?

Imagine your emotional system as a sound system. For most people, the volume knob goes from 1 to 10. For those with BPD, the knob not only goes to 20, but it gets there almost instantly. Small events — a canceled plan, a critical comment, or even a vague text message — can trigger a tidal wave of intense emotions: fear, anger, sadness, shame.

This isn’t your fault. Your brain's amygdala (responsible for emotional responses) is hypersensitive, while your prefrontal cortex (responsible for rational thinking) sometimes lags behind.

The result? Your emotions flood you before logic has a chance to intervene.

But remember: even the biggest tsunami eventually subsides.

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Step-by-Step Strategies to Ride the Wave

Here are practical techniques to help you manage emotional surges, stay afloat, and regain control.

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1. Pause Before Reacting: The Power of 10 Seconds

When a wave of emotion crashes over you, it feels urgent. The need to react right now can be overwhelming. But often, that instant reaction leads to regret.

The Technique:

• Count to 10 slowly.

• As you count, breathe deeply — inhale for 4 seconds, hold for 2, exhale for 6.

• Remind yourself: “I don’t have to act on this feeling immediately.”

Personal Insight:

One night, after an argument with my partner, I felt the urge to send an angry text. I paused, counted to 10, and instead wrote the message in my notes app. The next morning, I deleted it. That pause saved me from escalating a misunderstanding into a fight.

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2. Label the Emotion: Name It to Tame It

When you're caught in an emotional tsunami, everything feels chaotic. One way to regain control is to label what you’re feeling. It sounds simple, but it works.

The Technique:

• Pause and ask yourself, “What am I feeling right now?”

• Be specific: Is it anger, fear, disappointment, shame?

• Say it out loud or write it down: “I am feeling [emotion].”

Why This Works:

Labeling the emotion engages the rational part of your brain and helps diffuse the intensity. Instead of being consumed by the feeling, you start observing it.

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3. Ground Yourself: The 5-4-3-2-1 Method

When emotions feel like they’re pulling you under, grounding techniques help you anchor yourself to the present.

The Technique:

• Name 5 things you can see.

• Name 4 things you can touch.

• Name 3 things you can hear.

• Name 2 things you can smell.

• Name 1 thing you can taste.

Example Scenario:

During a panic attack, I looked around the room and said:

• Five things I could see: chair, window, lamp, door, book.

• Four things I could touch: my jeans, my phone, the table, the couch.

• Three things I could hear: birds chirping, the AC humming, my breathing.

• Two things I could smell: lavender lotion, coffee.

• One thing I could taste: mint gum.

Within minutes, my mind was back in the present, and the emotional tsunami started to recede.

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4. Ride the Wave: Radical Acceptance

Sometimes, fighting the wave makes it stronger. Instead, try to ride the wave with radical acceptance.

The Technique:

• Acknowledge the emotion: “This is how I feel right now, and that’s okay.”

• Remind yourself that feelings are temporary: “This will pass.”

• Visualize yourself surfing the wave instead of being crushed by it.

Mantra:

“This emotion is intense, but I can ride it out. I don’t have to fix it right now.”

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5. Create an Emergency Coping Plan

Have a go-to plan for when emotional tsunamis hit.

Your Plan Might Include:

• Breathing exercises like the 4-7-8 technique.

• Calling a trusted friend who understands your BPD.

• Listening to calming music or an uplifting playlist.

• Writing in a journal to express what you’re feeling.

• Physical grounding techniques like holding ice or taking a cold shower.

Pro Tip:

Keep a list of these strategies on your phone or in your wallet. In the moment, it’s hard to think clearly — having a plan ready helps.

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You Are Not Alone

Emotional tsunamis can be terrifying, but you have the power to ride them. Each time you pause, breathe, and use these techniques, you’re proving your strength and resilience.

Remember:

• You are not your emotions.

• You are not alone in this struggle.

• You are capable of weathering any storm.

Even the biggest wave eventually returns to calm waters.

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What strategies help you stay afloat during emotional surges? Share your experiences in the comments — your insights might be the lifeline someone else needs.

Corey Welch

Mental Health Advocate | Author

#BorderlinePersonalityDisorder, #BPD, #MentalHealth, #EmotionalRegulation, #Resilience, #CopingStrategies, #SelfCare, #Mindfulness, #MentalHealthAwareness, #EmotionalWellness, #RideTheWave, #AnxietyRelief, #GroundingTechniques, #MentalHealthSupport, #PersonalGrowth, #MentalHealthJourney, #SurviveAndThrive, #RadicalAcceptance, #SelfCompassion, #healingjourney

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This Is My Poem About Rising From The Darkness

From Low to Rise

In the depths, I felt so small,
Drowning in darkness, ready to fall.
But a spark ignited deep inside,
A whisper of hope, my heart’s guide.

With each small step, I found my way,
Rising from shadows into the day.
Though scars remain, I stand tall and free,
A journey of strength, reclaiming me.
In the depths, I felt so small,
Drowning in darkness, ready to fall.
But a spark ignited deep inside,
A whisper of hope, my heart’s guide.

With each small step, I found my way,
Rising from shadows into the day.
Though scars remain, I stand tall and free,
A journey of strength, reclaiming me.

#MentalHealthAwareness #PoetryCommunity #healingjourney #TraumaRecovery #Inspiration #resilience #emotionalhealing #Selflove #RecoveryIsPossible #youarenotalone #mentalhealthmatters

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Outsider?…

Last night I met up with his old group of friends, 2/4 were his closest and I’ve only known 1 of them for quite a long time now… since he passed on, that one friend has been pushing me away and telling everyone not to let me around to chill… I’m hurt, very hurt but it is what it is. I hope they realize that how they are treating me is not what my partner would have wanted, he would have wanted them to treat me differently and watch over me as good as he did… he literally called them his brothers💔 I mean I can’t be too upset about this because it probably hurts them just as much to be around me without him, to see me looking lost and alone… but at least be putting some kind of effort or something you know? They don’t bother to message me or anything, they laugh and don’t even care to talk with me or talk about good ole memories. I know it hurts but damn we need to have those conversations with each other about him, we all need a little bit more of comfort and love that my partner always brought upon everyone.
#alone #lost #depressed #MentalHealth #Anxiety #PTSD #Trauma #Suicide #lonely #Grief #healingjourney

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Hi, my name is Clafan i am here "Sharing my story online as a way to heal and find support. While I may not have the luxury to seek professional help in my current situation, I'm grateful for the online community that can offer a listening ear. Remember, you're never alone in your struggles. Reach out, share, and connect. Together, we can overcome." 💪🌟 #healingjourney #onlinesupport #youarenotalone #YouAreNotAlone

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