….there was this little girl called Tina.
She always played with toy cars and boys toys.
As she grew up, just like a normal girl, she continued to play with cars, only this time, the real ones.
She had a life of remorse, misery and depression.
Once she learned that she was in fact ill, she refused that fact.
And she made a mistake.
Ten years later, she began to understand that the cars, her son, her cats, are not going to save her from impending doom.
So she asked for help.
She got medications. She got therapy.
Sometimes it worked, sometimes not.
So dear friends, followers and all of you reading this, I want you to know that I am going to be absent from the WP world, for a while.
Tomorrow morning I have to get into my car, and go to the institution I hate the most, where I have spent too much time.
And I have to go again, because the ugly BPD face shown itself in the worst version.
Mental health ward is awaiting me for a lovely vacation of mind.
My psych and I concluded it is the best thing to do at this point.
Do not forget me, and wish me luck!
Stay strong and happy!
Truly yours, Tina The Mess!