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I’m learning to rise… a new me each day. The shadows of my past… —they don’t let go. They haunt my mind, they whisper, they weigh. I’ve stumbled, I’ve faltered, I’ve lost my way… Moments I don’t remember, but still—I pay. I have BPD. I dissociate, I fracture, I sometimes vanish from myself… And the ones I love feel the cracks in my heart. I know I’ve hurt you. I know I’ve caused pain. I’m sorry—so deeply, so fully… For every word, every moment, every scar I left. I know it cost us something precious… And my chest aches for the time, the trust, the love we lost. I wish I could get it back. I wish I could rewind. But I cannot. All I can do… is try. --- I take accountability for what I do remember… And even for what I cannot recall, I carry the weight. I own my mistakes. I own my past. But my past is not all of me. It doesn’t define who I am now. --- I am trying… To be brighter, kinder, more present. To love with intention, to speak with honesty. To be the version of me that you deserve… The version of me that our family deserves. --- I am imperfect. I will falter. I will have hard days. But I am here. I am trying. I am rising. --- And with every breath, every heartbeat, every trembling step… I promise— I am building a better me. For you. For us. For the love that still remains. --- With all my heart, tamaron
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 12:58 AM UTC
Me and my bpd
I’m learning to rise… a new me each day. The shadows of my past… —they don’t let go. They haunt my mind, they whisper, they weigh. I’ve stumbled, I’ve faltered, I’ve lost my way… Moments I don’t remember, but still—I pay. I have BPD. I dissociate, I fracture, I sometimes vanish from myself… And the ones I love feel the cracks in my heart. I know I’ve hurt you. I know I’ve caused pain. I’m sorry—so deeply, so fully… For every word, every moment, every scar I left. I know it cost us something precious… And my chest aches for the time, the trust, the love we lost. I wish I could get it back. I wish I could rewind. But I cannot. All I can do… is try. --- I take accountability for what I do remember… And even for what I cannot recall, I carry the weight. I own my mistakes. I own my past. But my past is not all of me. It doesn’t define who I am now. --- I am trying… To be brighter, kinder, more present. To love with intention, to speak with honesty. To be the version of me that you deserve… The version of me that our family deserves. --- I am imperfect. I will falter. I will have hard days. But I am here. I am trying. I am rising. --- And with every breath, every heartbeat, every trembling step… I promise— I am building a better me. For you. For us. For the love that still remains. --- With all my heart, tamaron
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Tamryn
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 12:58 AM UTC
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