I’m tired of being me. I’m tired of having to try so hard to keep my emotions in check. I’m tired of the fact that people without BPD can do it so easily. I’m tired of feeling sad all the time. I’m tired of being obsessed with someone who no longer talks to me other than about work. I’m tired of the fact I can’t get memories of him out of my head and that I think about him constantly. It exhausts me and it hurts. I’m tired of having to work hard to stay alive. If I didn’t have children, I know I would not have made it this far. I just can’t. I can’t move forward and I’m tired of everything being so hard.