Strangers’ Day

Tavi

Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan

The fear of being temporary crept in strong. I worry people only come to me for support, venting, or comfort, and then leave when they don’t need me anymore. BPD traits and PTSD make attachment feel dangerous. I get close and then wait for the goodbye.

I’m working on becoming my own safe person. Writing here helps.

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