
Griever
SN
- May 1, 2025
- 421
Sometimes, it feels like my heart is an open wound, bleeding endlessly over things no one else even notices. One moment I'm clinging to someone, desperate not to be left alone; the next, I'm pushing them away, convinced they'll hurt me first. I don't mean to. I just don't know how to stop it.
Borderline Personality Disorder isn't just about mood swings - it's this constant storm in my chest, a voice that whispers that I'm too much and never enough, both at the same time. I feel everything too deeply, and yet there are days I feel nothing at all. I'm terrified of being abandoned, but I end up isolating myself because it hurts too much to hope anyone will stay.
People say I'm manipulative or dramatic, but they don't see the fear that drives every action - the aching, hollow terror of being alone, of being unlovable. I'm not trying to hurt anyone. I'm just trying to survive a mind that turns love into fear, and joy into grief.
And the worst part? Some days, I don't even know who I am. I change my face to fit whoever I'm with, hoping someone will finally see me - whoever that is - and decide I'm worth staying for.
But most nights, I just lie awake, feeling like a burden no one asked for, wishing I could be someone easier to love.
Borderline Personality Disorder isn't just about mood swings - it's this constant storm in my chest, a voice that whispers that I'm too much and never enough, both at the same time. I feel everything too deeply, and yet there are days I feel nothing at all. I'm terrified of being abandoned, but I end up isolating myself because it hurts too much to hope anyone will stay.
People say I'm manipulative or dramatic, but they don't see the fear that drives every action - the aching, hollow terror of being alone, of being unlovable. I'm not trying to hurt anyone. I'm just trying to survive a mind that turns love into fear, and joy into grief.
And the worst part? Some days, I don't even know who I am. I change my face to fit whoever I'm with, hoping someone will finally see me - whoever that is - and decide I'm worth staying for.
But most nights, I just lie awake, feeling like a burden no one asked for, wishing I could be someone easier to love.