Calm Down? Fuck Around and Find Out.
Telling someone with BPD to “calm down” is like telling a raccoon in a dumpster fire to “just breathe.” Babe, I am the raccoon. I am the fire. And I just found a half-melted Snickers bar of emotional instability. This post is a glitter-coated Molotov cocktail aimed directly at the phrase “calm down”—because when you say it, my brain doesn’t de-escalate. It escalates. Dramatically. Featuring sarcasm, spirals, and the kind of emotional intensity that could power a small city.
Split Happens, but I happen louder.
What Your Favorite Mighty Morphin Power Ranger Says About You
What Your Favorite Mighty Morphin Power Ranger Says About You Or: How childhood color-coded trauma shaped your adult coping mechanisms Let’s be honest. You didn’t just watch Mighty Morphin Power Rangers—you emotionally imprinted on one of them and built your entire personality around it. Whether you were crushing, projecting, or spiritually adopting their chaos, your […]
Favorite Person Syndrome: Like Heroin, But With More Crying in the Fridge
When your Favorite Person is your emotional oxygen, even a “k” text can trigger a full-blown spiral. This post dives into the chaos of FP dynamics with BPD—equal parts glitter, panic, and fridge-based crying.
MRI: Sensory Torture in a Fancy Tube
Let me set the scene: I’m lying in a glorified metal coffin while a machine screams at me in robot Morse code. The tech says, “Just relax.” I say, “I’m neurodivergent.” They say, “It’ll be over soon.” And that’s when I realize I’m about to be emotionally waterboarded by sound waves and […]
Well, What Did I Do?
A snarky, emotionally spicy reflection on accountability, mental health, and the fine line between protecting yourself and projecting onto others. It’s not a meltdown—it’s a spicy audit of behavior, featuring duct-taped feelings, glittery self-awareness, and the question that always hits hardest: Well… what did I do?
Split Happens, and Now You’re Dead to me.
Splitting isn’t drama—it’s emotional whiplash with a flair for chaos. One minute you’re soulmates, the next you’re rewriting their character arc as a villain. This post dives into the messy truth of BPD splitting, accountability, and why Split Happens—but I happen louder.
Feelings, But Make em’ Functional
Emotional regulation is a scam, and I’m here to make it sexy. If you’ve ever cried in a Target parking lot while Googling “coping skills for spicy brains,” congratulations—you’re my target audience. This isn’t a guide, it’s a glitter-covered meltdown map. We’re not fixing feelings here; we’re weaponizing them. Grab your flowchart, your sarcasm, and maybe a snack. It’s time to feel everything and still make it to your 2PM meeting like the emotionally unstable legend you are.
“Too Much” is my Love Language
I’ve been labeled “too much” more times than my German Shepherd has judged my coping mechanisms. But here’s the truth: emotional intensity isn’t a flaw—it’s a feature. This post is for anyone who’s ever been told to tone it down, shrink it back, or soften the edges. Spoiler: I won’t. And neither should you.