Every time I’m happy it’s like “wow I’m cured, I guess I never had BPD after all!” And then my manager at work will get onto me about something and I’m fighting back tears wanting to throw myself into oncoming traffic cause I put the dollar bills in the register the wrong way. 
One second I’m so in love with my partner like they’re just the most amazing person that has ever graced the planet, and I feel completely fine, and the next second I don’t wanna even be in the same room. 
One second I’m just sitting in my room doing whatever I do having a great time, then something triggers me and I can’t create a coherent thought and my brain is all scrambled like eggs and nothing feels real. 
Just me?