Borderline personality disorder is a funny beast. This was written on a day I couldn’t function, just after a day in which I was wonder woman. Inconsistency is my middle name.
You should have seen me yesterday. Yesterday I jumped out of bed before my alarm. I was an email-answering, house-cleaning, plan-making machine. Yesterday I ran a half marathon just to see if I could, and celebrated with a cold shower to help save the world. I was so early to my meetings I stopped to pick flowers. I smiled at strangers in the street, everyone was happy to see me. And I was thrilled to be spreading joy just by being. Yesterday I was clever and witty, assertive yet approachable. I read half a novel over a lunch of fresh salad and practiced French whilst doing yoga. I played the violin so beautifully the neighbours applauded and I cooked my loved ones the finest meal they had ever seen. Yesterday I was so bright the stars came out to watch me shine and as I meditated before bed I prayed to the God within me that today would be the same.