I absolutely love the Phoenix. I have so many Phoenix pictures on my computer’s hard drive, it is ridiculous. I have noticed during the course of my blogging, that many others who suffer from BPD, also love the imagery and ultimate meaning of the Phoenix.
I suppose we, as borderlines, have all had our beginnings IN ASHES. Our adulthood ruined by the burning fires of our childhood. I believe we do know the greatness that lies within our souls, but since we are unable to trust anyone (with good reason) the greatness within seems to get buried underneath the bullshit.
The Phoenix gives me hope.
I trust the Phoenix.
I AM THE PHOENIX AND SO ARE YOU, MY FELLOW BORDERLINES.