I have BPD.
I:
Love intensely.
Feel intensely.
Dream intensely.
Write intensely.
Stare at the wall intensely.
Watch myself from far away.
Struggle with who I am.
Work on me every day.
Fear you'll leave me.
Need to be understood.
Deserve to be loved.
Hey remember that time when I started dating someone I thought was amazing then he just dropped me off at the ER when my vision cut out and stopped talking to me?
....Yeah I'm mad about that.
Glasses prescription made in Thursday, got glasses today, already have blurring.
They don't fix the distortions but it's nice to solve most of the blurring
I just wonder how long they'll work.
Me: ooh, finally some quiet time to get some rest
Brain: but why did we dump Osama bin Laden's body in the ocean? What if he's still alive?
Me: oh my god, brain.
Vision is even worse than it was just a couple hours ago.
Even harder to use the phone, having to carefully fix typing errors.
This isn't a fun adventure anymore.
If you can't sleep because your vision is getting progressively worse and you're in financial shambles and your abandonment issues have been triggered, clap your hands...
Me: I can't handle how loud my roommate is
My mom: You're going through a hard time, you're probably sensitive
My mom after 45 seconds with my roommate's Two Shows at Once Experience "Oh dear God, I'm getting ear plugs. I see what you mean."