Three months after the day the world ended

And yes, the world as I knew it ended that day. What followed was a very dark two months that nearly ended in my own demise. I mean that in every sense of the word.

Now three months on, today was a bad day, however, Wednesday and Thursday were both good days. Two good days in a row is something that has not happened since before the breakup.

However there are days like today where I'm reminded that things could still kick off again at any moment. It will be a long while again before I can date.

Believe me when I say that I truly loved that girl. If I, a person with BPD who feels such things 10 times the amount that a normal person does, can somehow still be here. (And I truly don't know how) Then you can get through this.

I have plans to rebuild. Steadily, surely. I see a future, of sorts now. If I can still be alive now and going, so can you.