My mental health is so chaotic and every day can be incredibly different even though not much is actually physically changing. I feel like my reality is so different than everyone else’s around me, almost like the depression, anxiety, and bpd makes it impossible for me to truly relate to others without mental illness. 

They can get through their day so easily and focus on important things.

My day is spent hating myself and pondering wether or not i’m worthless, or if other people hate me because I said the wrong thing or they looked at me wrong.

It makes it difficult for me to even wanna open up because their experience is so incredibly different than my own.

My close friends both have mental illness like depression and anxiety, and they’re able to under where i’m coming from. Our conversations usually look something like asking each other how were doing, and helping each other from suicidal thoughts. 

For some reason I just don’t see the typical average joe wanting to talk someone down from suicide or console someone who hates themselves everyday.

It seems almost out of a neurotypical person’s skill set to be able to be friends with someone with bpd. 

All my close friends have had some type of mental health issue wether it be depression or anxiety or even bipolar, and they just get it. They really do. We’re able to help each other when we’re in the throes of our disorder.

Does anyone else relate?