bpd, body dysmorphia, depression and people
I apologise if the formatting is weird or if there are mistakes in this one. I wrote it on my iPad and then on my phone, and honestly don’t have the energy to proofread it. Please let this one slide, thanks. I didn’t think I’d be writing another post so quickly, but sometimes life just gets awfully insane and I get upset. I think it’s very weird how I’m good at talking to people about my life when talking about things that barely matter, but I stay silent about the things that wreak havoc on my system. I think despite all of this talk about honesty and vulnerability and trust, I haven’t really been able to open myself to my people that way. It sucks, but I guess it is what it is. I think today I want to talk about who I am, and why I am this way. This post is going to be the worst mistake of my life bar none. I am tempted to delete it. Would you believe me if I told you that I struggle with body dysmorphia? Not sure when it started, but I woke up one day, saw myself in the mirror, hear