...until you realize you can't talk to anyone, because they won't understand. F$&amp;@, I just want to be normal...

4:30AM sitting in bed, wide awake, panicking and not able to go to anyone- Not my husband, my family, or friends, though I love them dearly and I'm lucky to even have them apart of my life, they just won't understand. It'll turn into a disagreement; an argument. It'll be a miscommunicated mess. They'll brush it off like it's nothing and you need to get over it. Not only that, but they're normal- they don't have issues so I shouldn't even try to put it on them anyways. So I sit here in silence, feeling like I'm about to shatter. You know that feeling? The pressure inside you, all the thoughts screaming through your mind and you're just about to burst? Then you'll begin to question your own existence, because you just can't do this anymore. Why am I here? Where do I belong? What's the point? I think we all know this feeling, and it's apart of the curse of having BPD...

So here I am, and on here I see a small light through the tunnel; You are not alone. You can survive too. There are others who understand....