Where does my BPD end and where do I begin?
I’m exhausted. Angry. Empty. Constantly shifting between feeling too much and nothing at all.
I can’t tell what’s actually me anymore.
Every reaction, every attachment, every fear, every mood swing, I end up wondering if it’s my personality or just another symptom.
Sometimes I feel like I’m just a collection of coping mechanisms held together by routine and distraction.
And the worst part is, I don’t even know what’s left underneath it all.
I feel like I no longer exist.