No sure if this is allowed but I really wanted to share this here, I wrote a short poem about what living with BPD feels like to me. How my emotions just feel all consuming all the time. Anyway please let me know if this resonates with you as much as it did me 🙂

I feel like this will never end
This numbness in my throat
As it holds back the words I could say
This is my own personal hell

Emotions dot the landscapes raging wildfires
They consume all the greenery 
Leaving nothing in their wake but ash and disgust
The flames lick my arms and legs as I am engulfed

This is my penance for as soon as I am devoured I awake once more
Only for the inferno to once again dine on me
I sit still and wait for the end
My perpetual cycle of death and rebirth baptised anew each day by the same flames that swallow me

The wise man clings to a burnt out tree 
My fingers as always fall just short of his blackened hands
My lungs fill with smoke as I try to call for help
Their is no redemption to be found here

He cackles at me
The lyrebird in the tree
Singing songs of a different tomorrow
A discordant tune mocking me

A parody
Of a world engulfed in flames 
But with no light to be found
This is my hell