Quit my job in a whirlwind with an abusive boss that basically lead me into a 5150. My body dysmorphia is through the roof and I don’t think I’ll be able to continue my life without getting a nose job. I sit around all day thinking about all the things I hate about myself. My current thought keeping me awake is just how embarrassing my BPD is. I always get all these grand ideas and tell my friends or post them publicly and never follow through. It’s happened countless times. I’m sick of this horrible cycle. I’m so sick of being me.