Crying my eyes out

I’m someone who has never really had the chance to express my emotions as a child, so over the past couple of years, crying has actually been healthy for me.

Today I found myself sitting here thinking that family, lovers, and friends will do almost anything except pray for you. As someone who has been herself her entire life, it hurts to feel so misunderstood.

By the way, I’m not claiming to be innocent or a victim. It just hurts when people choose to gossip about you, judge you, or use you when you’re simply trying to build genuine connections.

It also doesn’t help that living with BPD can create a lot of black-and-white thinking, so lately I find myself questioning every connection I’ve ever had.

I’m just tired. I truly hope things get better. I haven’t even been able to keep up with my schoolwork I’m weeks behind and the hardest part is that I’m going to school for something I’m really passionate about.