For the last year or so I have learned a lot more about Marilyn Monroe so much so that I don’t even want to call her Marilyn anymore, I only think of her as Norma Jeane. I think it’s because many think she may have struggled with BPD as well. Sometimes I want to cry thinking that she had to go through all of the things that come with BPD. 

I get this overwhelming feeling when I think about the fact that I can never meet her. Thinking about how she could have had to dying feeling alone just makes me so sad. I don’t want to consider myself obsessed but I’m pretty sure I’ve made up my own weird one sided friendship with her even though she died so many years before I was even born. 

Has anyone else ever struggled with this type of situation? Like where you just become so invested in a person’s life. Like a person that wouldn’t even know you ever existed. I know this probably makes no sense but my mind is always so all over the place...