Even after all this time...

I still cry about it.

I still shudder even after the hundredth flashback I get of that sticky horrific August night.

Even after all this time...

After all this progress and my 'successful recovery'; It still haunts me.

In the tablets I take every morning;

In the therapy session I go to ever fortnight.

In my applications to university and

In the ghost I see every time I look in the mirror.

I still cry. Not every day, sometimes not even once a week but I still cry.

 But its not when you stop crying that you know you're  getting better because I may be forever taking medication. You see there is not a cure for borderline personality disorder; you just learn with it in an attempt to function somewhat normally... or whatever that means.