Borderline Love

Source: theincompletechronicleI learnt far too late in life that the way we individually experience romantic love is not necessarily how anyone else feels it. Discovering this legitimately confused and shocked me. It has changed the way I now view my past relationships, and has made me much more cautious moving forward with future ones. In truth, I really should have figured it out sooner. I understood that the way we experience other emotions varies dramatically, but for some reason I hadn’t quite gotten there with love. I always believed that the level of intensity I felt while falling, or in love, was naturally reciprocal. That if my heart lights up like a thousands suns when you walk in a room, and longs so painfully for you when you walk away, surely something so intense cannot be felt alone? But the more I’m learning about my emotions and mental health, the more convinced I become that in fact, nobody has ever loved me at the intensity that I have loved them. And that’s not coming out of modesty or self-deprecation. I say that from a place of discovery, that perhaps my version of love is not quite healthy, and is certainly not the norm.

Image result for sexy french depressionAs someone with maladaptive personality traits I tend to experience the world at a much higher emotional intensity than the average bear. I used to call the way I romanticised, obsessed, and wallowed in heartache; passionate. I would think of myself as some kind of sexy, fiery Latina (think Salma Hayek), whose temper just enhances her charm. Whereas in actual fact I think I’m more of the psychotic, murders-you-in-your-sleep type; Erika Christensen in ‘Swimfan’ style (circa 2002. That’s as up to date as my references get).  However, in order to grow I believe I need to be more honest with myself. Ew.

T shirt for MoriartyI’ve heard other people with Borderline Personality Disorder describe their experience of living with the condition as feeling as though they are walking around with third degree burns. This isn’t in relation to physical pain, but rather that they feel emotionally raw, sensitive, wounded, and exposed 24/7. This I can relate to. I rarely experience a healthy balance of emotions. I don’t experience sadness; I skip ahead to debilitating despair. Anger becomes a storm of uncontrollable rage and aggression. Happiness is overtaken by euphoric mania, and love…love becomes an all-consuming obsession.

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Having lived with the condition of “love”, and the disease of addiction, I can honestly say that for me, there is no more powerful drug on planet earth than love. I am a hard-core addict when it comes to falling in love. And just like drug addiction, it is so deliciously moreish, but quickly becomes painful, messy, and completely overpowering. When in love, I have no self-control. I can’t function effectively in daily life, I can’t concentrate for long periods, and I am rarely content. It is simultaneously way too much, and never enough. It’s truly a horrible mess, but fuck me, is it good.

Yummy❣️ @SssyGrlyI acknowledge that perhaps I do not know what “true love” is, and sadly, perhaps I will never know the calm, peaceful version of love that I see those around me enjoy. This thought truly devastates me. But whenever that crosses my mind I just come back to the knowledge that we all experience love differently, both personally and throughout different periods of our lives. I believe that young children who experience, what we adults like to diminish by calling “puppy love”, to be their true experience of love. I believe unrequited love to be just as real as reciprocal love. And I believe that my obsessive, intense, and often difficult experience of love to be valid, if uncommon.

After all it’s just a word. Love. A word we have attached meaning to based on the amount of Hollywood rom-com’s we have watched, or the way in which our parents showed love, or how it felt the first time you heard that one Jewel song that broke you into a million pieces. It’s just one tiny, little, insignificant, life-changing, ball-breaking, mother fucker of a word.

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Love is patient, love is kind…”, is never going to be my mantra. If I am to be brutally honest with myself, I’m more like Lennie from ‘Of Mice and Men’ (another topical reference for you). Suffocating and smothering, stuck to you like a barnacle, in the hopes that the tighter I cling on, the more you will love me back. Unfortunately, like  Lennie and his overwhelming love for his adorable little puppies, who’s little necks were not quite strong enough for his overpowering love and affection; my love ultimately creates more heartache than it’s worth.

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Love has always felt this way to me. From crushes I clung onto with painful longing for six years throughout high school, to men whom I would fall in love at first glance with from across the bar, to long-distance relationships that crossed land and sea. Whether or not someone became significant in my life, it has always begun at lightning speed and hit me like a tonne of bricks. I fall hard and fast. To quote Rhianna, “I’m 0-60 in 3.5”. I don’t know, it’s some kind of fast car metaphor. Just go with it!

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Falling in love with my ex was an unbearably agonising, intensely beautiful, irresistibly mesmerising experience. He was the only person I have ever loved that started as a comforting whisper, rather than a glass shattering SCREECH! Possibly because deep down I knew he wasn’t right for me, or perhaps because it was the most “real” experience of love I’ve had to date, and good things take time. Who’s to say? In any case, falling took a little longer but eventually crept up on me, hitting 10 X harder than ever before. The Kerouac-esk roman candles erupted inside of my heart, brain, and body simultaneously and, shit, I was in love.

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Back when I was young, and cared what impression I made on people, I was much better at pretending I wasn’t psychotic. I could stare wistfully at the man of my affections with love in my eyes, and hide the excruciating urge to wrap my arms and legs around him, forcing him to wear me everywhere like a human backpack. My ex and I were as close as two people could physically and emotionally be, but I was still craving more. Always more. It really was like an addict chasing after that first blissful high. I remember constantly wanting to be closer to him. Needing to be closer. Our bodies intertwined, skin to skin, so closely I could feel his heartbeat. Completely open to each other with full vulnerability, completely and utterly absorbed in our individual experience of love, and yet, all I could think about was how sad it was that this was as close as it would ever be. I could feel the love bursting from every cell of my body, but it wasn’t enough because we were still individuals. I genuinely lamented the fact we weren’t puddles of water that could just melt into one another and become inextricably merged forever. That’s truly mental isn’t it? It’s ridiculous seeing your emotions played out in words, because you undoubtedly sound like an angsty teenager writing def poetry, but that is honestly how I felt. I wonder if I’ll ever feel like that again. Part of me so badly hopes I do, but the other half of me is more content without the blurred lines of loving and needing someone in such an extreme way.

With you alwaysNow that I have been single for almost three years, I can reliably say I am a much more content, balanced version of myself when I am alone. I wish I could resign myself to a life of solitude. Purely celebrating friendships (which inexplicably I’m not bad at maintaining), connecting to people through writing and music, laughing with strangers, and occasionally having wild and/or simple casual sex. But I can’t. For better or worse (till death do us part), I believe in love. I adore love. J’adore l’amour! The more I write, the more I find myself exploring the different layers, colours, and textures of love. I find it so endlessly fascinating, and equal parts euphoria inducing and excruciatingly painful.

I believe that the meaning of life (if we simply must have one), is to love and be loved. To that I can hear my psych in my head saying earnestly, “Yes, to love oneself.”. Of course my adult brain knows she is right, that my life would be so much gentler if I put as much energy into loving myself as I do others. However, that is a life-times worth of work, so why not explore the world of lovely, fascinating, crazy, beautiful characters, as a parallel passion project? Falling in love and ultimately breaking my own heart, repetitively… until I die. On second thought maybe I… be right back, *calls therapist*. Help.

Jealousy Quotes : QUOTATION – Image : Quotes Of the day – Description La jalousie / Jealousy (2013) Sharing is Power – Don’t forget to share this quote !At the end of the day our lives are just stories. It’s just art being played out in real time, and that is both stunningly beautiful, and heartbreakingly tragic. At least that is how my dissociative brain views the world. It is almost like looking down a camera lens, and back at your own life (think ‘The Truman Show’). So as pretentious as I know this sounds, it really is how a lot of borderlines or DID’s (dissociative identity disorder) experience life. This in itself can be a catalyst for intense behaviour and acting out. As a child I remember always feeling like I needed to “put on a good show!”, without ever knowing who I was performing for or why. I suspect I was trying to make sense of the dissociative ‘camera in my head’. I think that is partly why I love, and generally feel with such intensity. I struggle to be comfortable within the natural experience of love, because for the most part, love is quiet. It is peaceful and calm, which is beautiful, but doesn’t really ‘play’ well on screen. I do wonder if growing up feeling that strong sense of performance in daily life has effected me more than I know. That’s not to say any acting out is a conscious choice. The anxiety triggered by the fear of abandonment is a major driver for volatility in love. I’m just musing.

LanaQuote is a tumblr blog dedicated to Lana Del Rey. We specially post Lana Del Rey's quotes and...I am trying to learn to find comfort in the more serene parts of relationship, but as someone who has endured a lifetime of being guided by emotions, and believed that the more extreme the reaction, the more intense the love, this is a work in progress.

Anyway, how hard can it be? Love. After all, it’s just a simple, four letter, harmless, little word…

 

 

 

“Gramma” – Lizzie Grant, AKA Lana Del Rey

Gramma said she’ll leave the lights on for me
Gramma said the flags are waving for me
Gramma said that somewhere out there there’s a good man
Waiting for me

A.M.E.R.I.C.A.
All I wanna do is play
See the city every day
Pretty party nation

Tell me that you think I’m good
Happy that I make you glad

‘Cause I don’t wanna think I’m bad, Gramma
I don’t wanna think I’m bad

Gramma said she’ll leave the lights on for me
Gramma said the flags are waving for me
Gramma said that somewhere out there there’s a good man
Waiting for me

T.R.O.U.B.L.E.
Trouble’s what feels good to me
Crazy as since I was three
Now I’m out to get you

But I’d have bet that lately, Ma
And I’m in love with everyone
And I don’t wanna think I’m wrong
Just for feeling pretty

Gramma said she’ll leave the lights on for me
Gramma said the flags are waving for me
Gramma said that somewhere out there there’s a good man
Waiting for me

I wanna be the whole world’s girl, gramma
I wanna be the whole world’s girl
I wanna be the whole world’s girl, gramma

Tell me, do you think that’s wrong?

Don’t cry, honey, crazy girl
Don’t you know you are the world?
Every time you feel unsure
Try to remember what you are

 

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