Ever since I was a small child, I always knew that I was going to die in an atypical way. I never wanted kids. I never liked intimacy. It’s because I was never meant to have it. There comes a point where everyone gives up on you, no matter how hard you try, and it’s just enough. I’ve been beyond successful in my life, you would never know I had this disorder. But when your family gives up, and the only person you ever trusted and loved gives up, it’s just enough. I’ve been in therapy. I’ve been switching therapists who can meet my needs by teaching me DBT skills. I got a DBT workbook. I’ve went through different psychiatrists trying to get my meds right. I’ve done it all on my own. I’m trying so hard to get better. But it doesn’t matter. Everyone leaves. Even the person who swore they wouldn’t, who you eventually gave your heart to and trusted. What’s the point. I’m gonna miss my cats so much.