Just turned 29 a few days ago and surprised I'm still here. Too many times I've tried to convince myself  things can always get better or go a different way. 

Living with bpd makes you not want to do just that..be living...

Feeling empowered  to ghen be robbed of your being, tears the fabrics of  what makes you whole. 

All the efforts of persistence, determination, etc always back to failure,shame,,worthlessness...the moments of escape,the days, the weeks..the ones that are good...they never last...your always playing catch up with your thoughts ...trying to thin the line between black and white ..to not split..to feel complete.....

I have tried and always come up short...here's to mabe  next year cheers..