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the diagnosis felt damning at first, not gonna lie… but it’s just a part of who I am. it’s also been helpful, to have a key to help me understand why - why do I always feel so empty and hollow ; why does the simple idea of rejection and abandonment makes me spiral into frenzied panic ; why I can’t seem to love like normal people ; why does cutting red lines in my skin so often feels like the only solution ; why I always seem to see people as my best friends, all the while knowing I am not their best friend - and why that hurts so much. what was helpful was also to see that all of these feelings, they exist within everyone. they are part of the human experience. bpd is just that - human feelings and experiences, with the volume and intensity pushed to the maximum.
it’s painful. stigmatized, too. but in the end, it’s only human.
… it’s hard to be human. but even if it often doesn’t feel like it, I exist. we exist. we are not monsters. we are only human.