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cid1060-3 · 7 months

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thestralboy · 6 months

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I can’t do it anymore, fr I‘m so tired

#depressing quotes #mental illness #borderline #diagnosed #sad boy #self h@rm #bpd #bpd thoughts #exhausted #mentally drained

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psychobulimic · 4 months

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I was a fucking idiot to think things would get better!!!

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3m0g1rlyyy · 7 days

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Sometimes i look at my $elfharm scars and think “Damn it wasn’t even that deep”

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la1npilledg1rl · 7 months

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I don’t care anymore. Just let me go.

This is all meaningless and pointless. I’m fighting a losing battle, I’m trying to survive something I never had a chance to begin with.

This place only brings me sadness and paint, just let me leave.

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betweenmee · 1 year

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You don’t get it, this pain never goes away

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cats-depression-diary · 1 month

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I have my father's rage inside of me. And it's getting bigger and bigger, I can't stop it this time. It's killing me, I don't wanna turn into him, I hate this man sooo much, he has ruined my life.

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ryn-stillstanding · 1 month

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i feel annoyed at how bpd is talked about.

not about the stereotypes that are played into, but it’s more about the fact that every time i want to learn more about my illness, all i can find is: “they have very unstable relationships which makes them feel bad and then they act out cause they are impulsive”

that’s a simplification and over exaggeration - but it’s true.

even in bpd subreddits, it’s people complaining and talking about their relationships and how it messes with them, asking for opinions.

i don’t mean to sound insensitive, because these are real issues. but im just tired of the other symptoms being ignored.

for me, it’s constant chronic (2+ years) intrusive suicidal thoughts, constantly feeling like i am being judged by those around me, sh’ing because i “need to be punished for my mistakes”, and being unable to tell anyone around me what i am going through because “if they knew, they would hate me”. its being so empty that i can’t tell if i, or the world around me, really exists.

it’s isolating, swinging from happy to suicidal in just a few minutes. it’s feeling rage because nobody knows what ive been through, but being unable to tell anyone. it’s repeating my worst memories over, and over, and over again until i can’t take it anymore.

im not comparing experiences, they are all valid. but i am tired of not seeing any representation of my experiences in bpd communities - and of seeing 700 “my boyfriend did [x] and then i did/feel [y]” posts instead.

am i alone in how i feel? do i even have bpd?

somehow, even after a diagnosis, i convince myself this is something i have made up for attention, even if its something that i never talk about.