I hate having BPD. No matter how hard I try to make it better, no matter how long I'm doing great, it creeps up and I'm a nut for a day. 


I just want to live a normal life. 


I love my children more than anything and I try my hardest to be the best mom I can be and make their lives as amazing as possible, but obviously this has a negative effect on them. 


Fuck my life and fuck you BPD!