I’m new to this sub I’ve been following for a little while while I suspected that I had bpd until I was finally diagnosed. The past few weeks since I moved to a new apartment with 24hr staffing has been a complete emotional descent. Technically everything is going extremely well aside from some stressful financial difficulties. Despite having less stressors “on paper” since the move I can’t get out of bed, I can’t shower, I can’t brush my teeth, I only eat when the hunger pangs have become too much to bear. Tonight I stayed up playing a dress up game with my girlfriend we were trying to pick out an outfit together. I picked three dresses she didn’t like any of them so I was just like fuck it let’s pick different outfits, but she really wanted to match. At this point I’m obviously irritated and I tell her the dress I’m wearing she finds it and says she likes it, great, finally. Then she makes the comment ~ I thought you would like that dress but I didn’t mention it to you because I didn’t want you to get more irritated. This just pushes me over the edge I quit the game and start reading by myself thinking about how much I hate my fucking life. Now she’s asleep and I’m stuck awake by myself wondering why I have to be such a petty little piece of shit over the most menial things such as picking out a virtual outfit on a character.