I SO Hate Labels

Okay…so I’m going to use language…so…run away!!!

    I’m going to bitch. I fucking HATE labels. Wow…it felt so good to swear and not feel bad about offending anyone.

    Everyone is so worried about hurting the other person with bad words….but…it really isn’t something to be afraid of…

    BPD = personality disorder.

Complex PTSD = Severe anxiety Disorder.

    I am pretty sure I have Complex PTSD. I had a lot of serious things happen to me as a kid. Because of this I have no problem telling those creepy guys who stalk me on facebook to “shove it” and leave me alone.

    I just had a guy somewhat stalk me on facebook. He was from Egypt. He kept repeating his name and asking me if I knew who he was. =/ I knew who he was…

    He told me he wanted to marry me, that I was so beautiful…and he barely knew me. I finally told him that he made me uncomfortable…

    I blocked him.

    Then he tried to contact me on yahoo and to get in touch with me. I can’t understand how someone could be so in love with someone they barely knew. I felt bad, but I wasn’t thinking about love. I was thinking about how to restructure my life and get back on my feet.

    That’s what I was thinking about…not finding my soul mate. Dude, if you’re reading this…sorry but you just weren’t for me.

    BPD and Complex PTSD can really affect our lives. We have a hard time trusting other people and being alone is hard. We often just find someone to be with so we don’t have to be alone. It’s something we have to work on.

    Or rather…it’s something our brains have to work on. Because severe trauma can change the way our brains see things.

    And because of this…I have a lot of work to do.

    But I hate labels and won’t be ruled by them anymore.

    Because I’m not my illness, and BPD/C-PTSD are just labels given to us by doctors to *help* us.

    My complex PTSD doesn’t rule me.