the end of another year is close, another year in which i’ve spent the majority of it being a depressed, emotionally unstable lil bitch :,)
woke up feeling about the same as i did yesterday night,, just fucking great
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im sorry but ‘youre not your diagnosis’ is another form of toxic positivity. obv i get the sentiment, but my diagnosis effects my entire life. i may not ‘be’ my mental illness, but my mental illness is a part of me. lets not invalidate the suffering were unable to simply dismiss
this has been significantly been the worst day of my fucking life.. if i wasn’t close to su!cide i am four steps closer
loving you fucking breaks me
is it working? :)
fuck bpd it makes me simultaneously forgive people instantly and also hold a grudge for the rest of my life at the same time
i hate how bpd overpowers all the good things. it makes me focus so much on the bad things that happened and then i forget all the good things
lol fuck my life i relapsed