In June 2016, I was in recovery following my fourth suicide attempt. A little over a year ago I attempted to jump off a 13-storey building. I was rescued, sent to therapy, and was doing better until my mother (my primary caregiver) had a stroke.

Her stroke forced me into the role of breadwinner and caregiver. I've been doing that for the last six years. It would be hard enough without BPD, but having this condition makes it so hard to take care of my mother.

I'm so tired I want to die.