I truly wonder how anyone survives or gets through this life without having severe BD. Maybe it’s a cruel amplified version in combination with my OCD, but damn. The amount of time I’ve wasted thinking about my arms in the last few months is insane.
I wanted to throw my own thoughts out there to let other women know they aren’t alone.
my biggest flop today was that i didn’t go up to @iansomerhalder when i found him in the same room as me because i gaslit myself into thinking maybe it wasn’t him… i hope one day i can forgive myself