I think I’ve gone completely mad. I got diagnosed with BPD last year and it all makes a lot of sense. I attempted suicide last year with an overdose, and was 10 minutes away from dying had I not been taken to the hospital. I was hospitalized for a week and a few months after that was hospitalized a second time. I can’t believe my life has gotten to this point. Everyday is utter hell in my mind. I’m having constant thoughts of harming myself and act on it occasionally. I have to make up stories about my scars to everyone who sees them. I think I need to go back to the hospital, but I don’t know how to tell my parents this. I’m no longer seeing a counselor, because she left the practice and I’m too tired to look for another one. No idea what to do anymore. I need to find stability.