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@bpdbish
@fuckedupbpd
Hey all, it’s been a while. I have not been active on this account anymore. I created a new tumblr a while back and I’m using that one as my main now.
If you’re interested in following me and my shitshow that is called life, I kindly ask you to follow me on my new account.
This account won’t be used anymore.
I can see in multiple dimensions
I’m losing my mind. Planning on killing them.
I feel so dirty :(
You don’t want me no more
What’s WRONG with me...
I feel trapped. I don’t want this no more.
lol I don’t have high hopes on getting any reaction on this post at all. But let’s try not to split on this one just yet.
You can send me a PM or something I guess. Promise I will put it on my wall.
Big hug.
Smh u’re irritating me SO FUCKING MUCH.
I feel like walking away from home in the middle of the night.
But it also doesn’t make any sense because I live on my own so this is dumb as fuck because nobody would even notice it if I’m gone.
Man I’m so fucking done actually :( I have no plans, I have no goals. I have nothing left to live for. Life HURTS.
It’s so fucking hard for me to even go and SHOWER. Like what is this. I have no energy to do such things. I’m grossed out by myself
BPD is not something you can say “I relate to this” to when you see a list of symptoms and things we go through or if we explain to you what we go through.
It’s much more than that. The emotions we experience are not only intrusive but PAINFUL.
To us, it feels as though the world is ending. Like we are a trapped animal, and the only way of escaping is chewing off our own leg. These feelings are not something you can just casually brush off as “relatable.” Please don’t do that to us.
Stop making it a “relatable” illness when it’s not. It makes us feel invalid when a non BPD person says things like “I know how that feels” or “I relate”. You DONT know how it feels. You DONT go through what we do.
Sure you might experience guilt, depression and anxiety- but not on the same levels as us. I hope you never have to experience that.
This illness KILLS PEOPLE. That is not something you can just relate to.
honestly if you wouldnt say to someone who’s terminally ill “dude i relate to how you feel like life’s not worth living” dONT SAY IT TO SOMEONE WITH A MENTAL ILLNESS WITH SUCH A HIGH DEATH RATE EITHER!!!!!
i’ll say it for literally 700 whole years but 60% of all people with borderline will attempt suicide!! YOU ARE LITERALLY MORE LIKELY TO MEET A BORDERLINE WHO WILL ACT ON SUICIDAL THOUGHTS THAN NOT!! THE AVERAGE AMOUNT OF TIMES THEY WILL ACT ON THEM IS THREE TIMES IN THEIR LIFE!! THAT’S LITERALLY THREE SEPERATE ATTEMPTS TO STOP LIVING!!
and 10% will have sUCCEEDED!!!!
BORDERLINE SYMPTOMS ARE NOT ABOUT THEIR RELATABILITY THEYRE ABOUT HOW THEY LITERALLY MAKE SO MANY OF US WANT TO STOP LIVING!! WE HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS!! FOREVER!! IT’S TERRIBLE!! STOP SAYING WE’RE RELATABLE AND NEUROTYPICALS FEEL THE SAME WAY!!
THEY! DO! NOT!!
I HATE THE WAY MY CLOTHES TOUCH MY BODY. THEY MAKE ME ANGRY. I WANT TO TAKE THEM OFF BUT I ALSO DONT WANT TO BE NAKED.
STRUGGLES OMGGGGG
My grandma messaged me after 3 years. Suddenly I like her again and I want to have contact with her. My mind is weird.
I’m tired 24 hours a day.
I feel like the doctors don’t understand me or don’t take me seriously when I tell them my issues. It’s so hard for me to tell them what I feel and the only thing they do is give me advice that really doesn’t help, or give me medicine that make things only worse. I feel like they don’t believe me and that sucks.
