Sometimes you think everything is going wrong, nothing is ever going to get better and you just don't want to be alive anymore but then you sit outside as the sun is rising and all you feel is peace, and somehow you know that everything will be okay. You don't know when or how but you know it will be. Between various mental conditions, hormones, and medications I've learned I have to be really careful which thoughts and feelings I listen to and which ones I don't. The bad days are just that, bad days. They're not forever. One thing about BPD is that I tend to think in all black and white. I'm a bad person. Nobody loves me. I can't do anything right. But I know none of those things are true. Sometimes I struggle and sometimes I make bad choices but that doesn't mean I'm a bad person. And most of the time I have good intentions. There are a lot of people who love me even if I feel like they shouldn't. I don't always do everything right but I do a lot of things right and I'm trying, which is what really matters.
