Suffering from borderline personality disorder, I often feel broken, flawed, and less than whole. Intellectually, I know I need to integrate the parts of my personality to become whole, but emotionally, I want someone else to complete me. In the past year, I've met three people who all happen to play flute. My head knows they aren't the answer to my problems, but my heart sometimes feels they are. Especially in moments of sadness and lonliness, rather than self-soothing, I think maybe one of these three floutists will come rescue me.
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