I hate having BPD. I hate myself. If I could reset everything I would because the people who caused me to suffer like this live with no consequence but I'm looked at like I'm a monster. I'm a fucking person. But the stigma against BPD is so harsh sometimes I look in the mirror and all I see is a monster. I cant stand it. Inside I feel like a sad little baby who just wants to be held and I keep crying and crying but no one will listen. But on the outside I'm an adult and when I start crying its more screaming and cursing but the need to be held doesnt cease. But people dont see screaming adults the same way they see crying babies.