The day started out well and then just spiraled downward. I snapped when I went downstairs and saw that my dog had eaten last egg rolls. How is it the smallest thing that pushes me overboard? I seriously wanted to SH because of it. 
Why am I like this 🤦🏽‍♀️  
Going from happy and having fun to wanting to rage quit life sucks so much. There are days where I tell myself I don’t have BPD and that I’m faking it and then this happens and I’m like “fuck, I really am broken”