
bl33ding_heart
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- Jun 24, 2025
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If it seems like I'm venting on this site too much I'm just in so much pain and have almost no one to share my feelings with and rely on at the moment :p
I fucking hate having bpd, it's one of the most miserable and exhausting mental disorders to exist. Having bpd is the mental equivalent to your body being covered in 3rd degree burns. We feel too much of everything, and we crave love and care too much like it's the oxygen we need but once we get too much of it we start choking.
I don't even feel human, I feel like some over emotional grotesque creature. But at the same time I feel way too human to the point just existing hurts.
And I can't help but unintentionally hurt the people around me and struggle to hold together relationships and friendships. It's like I will never truly be good enough for anyone.
No matter how hard I try to better myself and change myself to be a better person, one little trigger or slip up and I'm back at square one. It's so fucking exhausting and I hate it with every fiber in me.
Is there even really hope for people with bpd? The successful suicide rates are 1 in 10 for people with bpd, and the unsuccessful are 7/10. Way over half of the people with this mental cancer end up trying to end their life at some point.
Yet we're seen as "evil and manipulative" people that need to be tamed. I'm so sick of having bpd and I'm so fucking sick of people acting like we're monsters when in reality we're just hurting people that wanna be loved.
If anyone else with bpd is reading this, just know I don't think you're a monster, and I feel and understand your pain.
I fucking hate having bpd, it's one of the most miserable and exhausting mental disorders to exist. Having bpd is the mental equivalent to your body being covered in 3rd degree burns. We feel too much of everything, and we crave love and care too much like it's the oxygen we need but once we get too much of it we start choking.
I don't even feel human, I feel like some over emotional grotesque creature. But at the same time I feel way too human to the point just existing hurts.
And I can't help but unintentionally hurt the people around me and struggle to hold together relationships and friendships. It's like I will never truly be good enough for anyone.
No matter how hard I try to better myself and change myself to be a better person, one little trigger or slip up and I'm back at square one. It's so fucking exhausting and I hate it with every fiber in me.
Is there even really hope for people with bpd? The successful suicide rates are 1 in 10 for people with bpd, and the unsuccessful are 7/10. Way over half of the people with this mental cancer end up trying to end their life at some point.
Yet we're seen as "evil and manipulative" people that need to be tamed. I'm so sick of having bpd and I'm so fucking sick of people acting like we're monsters when in reality we're just hurting people that wanna be loved.
If anyone else with bpd is reading this, just know I don't think you're a monster, and I feel and understand your pain.
