I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I was when I was a child, like age 10 and younger. The trauma that led to my BPD didn’t start until around middle school for me. I miss being blissfully ignorant of how much life sucks. I miss how simple and how easy everything was. After school I would just play with my brother outside or lose myself in movies and daydreams. I miss just being able to exist without worrying about anything. Of course everything wasn’t always happy-go-lucky but as a kid I could just forget about the bad moments after they happened. It was just... easier.

I know a lot of people had bad childhoods from the start, so I’m thankful that at least I got to have some carefree times.