   I was having a panic attack due to reading some very biased info about bpd that left me feeling hopeless. This would be one of the times where I'd write down a "goodbye letter" and plan how I'd end it all. But this time, my cat rubbed against my leg and "called" me to go lay down with him; I went, slept so fast I didn't even realized at which point I did so. 

 When I woke up, I was a lot better. My day was still rather gray and dark because bpd was still acting out (I haven't been on meds for almost a month now cuz my doc was on vacation), but I decided to stay away of most triggering stuff.

 Late at night, I was thinking of why my bf would be able to fall for me (almost 2 years of relationship!), and mid thought I realized... It's been almost 9 months since I had a fit of rage!

 It was routine for me to breakdown over something minimal and try su\*cide because I was just so mad, and realizing I got better just by waking up, living, learning and taking just a few pills... 

I am hopefull I can do it, and so can you. Please stay here for tomorrow