Life was going better than expected, I was also still in therapy, taking antidepressants, joined a twice monthly BPD support group, I'd finally become social and started working towards a career.



Then I caught covid. I became severely suicidal, regretful, hating myself, hating everyone else, extremely short tempered and mean, deleted my WhatsApp so I don't have to talk to anyone, quit my antidepressant, quit therapy, and I don't plan on leaving home ever again.


My life changed in a single day, and now I hate existence itself again. I want to stay safely at home until death comes for me, however it comes.