Im just worried about lots of things, I go from; Its fine, Im okay, Im not fat, I can cope, to, Its all falling apart, Im huge, how could I let myself get like this, there is no way I will cope. In a matter of hours...
Im feeling confused because I dont want to cut. But at the same time, I just have this idea, this vision, of doing it. And its tempting.
Its probably a mood swing, yeh, and everything seems to be connected to them. Im either feeling like Im living or feeling like Im dying because of them. And when its to do with BPD, is there ANY way to get rid of them, is there any cure? I know I have to slowly find ways to cope with them, but what frightens me is,, if thats all I can do, Im going to be like this, for the rest of my life
Can I have a hug? :s I feel so stupid. Its like, shouldnt I have accepted this is my lot by now.