
A bit of background story: Abusive childhood, history of depression and self harm, horrific death of a friend, parents (mum and step father of 15 years) recently separated, recent BPD diagnosis
Four days ago the love of my life who I have been seeing for very close to two years told me he wanted to 'take a break' because he 'just wasn't feeling the same anymore'. I hadn't cut in ten months, I immediately grabbed a razor and sliced my wrists and thighs, and took all the pills I could find. I was rushed to hospital and spent three nights there before they thought it was safe for me to come home. The weight of everything was too much. I still want to die.