The Borderline

living with mental illness is like,, everyone is going forward.. and I’ve made… the smallest of progress over two damn years… and sometimes, I’m even going backwards

just assume we borderlines know. we know we fucking know okay. we know you’re hiding things from us, no matter how small it may be. we know you’re lying to us, as innocent as your intention may be. we know you think we’re being irrational. the best thing you can be with a borderline is honest. because we already know. so just say it.

Anyone else with BPD experience that moment when you feel so overwhelmed with emotion you begin to shut down physically and mentally. Your legs feel weak, your mind feels empty, and you can’t even get out full sentences let alone words and you just feel completely dead.

Borderline means everything will happen again and again and again and I’m so fucking done I just want it to stop.

I alternate between “why can’t I be neurotypical” and “I’m not sick enough”

Me: It feels like the entire world’s emotions are clustered up inside me and I feel like I’m going to explode. Me, two seconds later: Nvm I feel nothing. I’m an empty shell.

at this point nearly everything stresses me the fuck out.