It Is Scary When You Feel Yourself Lose Your Mind
Two hours ago i was crying my eyes out on the bathroom floor, begging Jesus to take away my pain followed up by me purging my guts out in the toilet. Now Im comfortably in bed under the covers with a content smile on my face as if the last two hours did not exist. lI'm trapped on an emotional roller coaster. The constant switching of moods is by far the one thing I cannot stand with bpd, not only does it trick and confuse me but it fools ppl around me. No Im not crying for attention ( how badly i wish i was) I'm clinically insane. I want to go back to the psychiatric ward and rot for the rest of my days, that or fly off my 21 stories balcony. Because living is no longer an option for me.