I'm starting to change the way I relate to other people. Previously I have fallen into trying to change them, but as I am growing more secure in myself I'm less and less invested in what other people do. Interesting change, I look forward experiencing more of this change. Like, if they are having a bad day - so what? Let them have it, I'm not getting my vibe invested in that shit. If they want to interact with me, well change the way you are doing it.
I have come to understand that a lot of people don't look for your best well-being. They use you as a refuge to don't have to deal with their own problems. It's not just people who are diagnosed with BPD, it's more common than that. People who complain and want you to agree with them, it's exactly the same. They are energy thieves. People who have had the curage to deal with their own problems, they can help you to deal with yours, and they can be real friends.
EDIT:
I started to reading a book called "Mode one", about being honest towards yourself, your needs, and your intentions towards women. I like it, it's head on, clearly written.
I started to feel anger again. Just plain anger. You know the one that drives you forward, the one that would kick the ass of a mugger who would attack your friend, the one that make you want to be alive. That anger. I have missed that anger. It's like where there was fear before, now there is anger.
I have come to understand that a lot of people don't look for your best well-being. They use you as a refuge to don't have to deal with their own problems. It's not just people who are diagnosed with BPD, it's more common than that. People who complain and want you to agree with them, it's exactly the same. They are energy thieves. People who have had the curage to deal with their own problems, they can help you to deal with yours, and they can be real friends.
EDIT:
I started to reading a book called "Mode one", about being honest towards yourself, your needs, and your intentions towards women. I like it, it's head on, clearly written.
I started to feel anger again. Just plain anger. You know the one that drives you forward, the one that would kick the ass of a mugger who would attack your friend, the one that make you want to be alive. That anger. I have missed that anger. It's like where there was fear before, now there is anger.
