Venting The rest of my life looks bleak.

[sadidiot0328]

My bpd, depression, and everything else will stick with me forever. It's just so surreal, that I'll be like this for the rest of my life. It won't go away, it wont become minute, it'll always haunt me. People say "It'll get better with time" but will it? How can I be okay when the only time I feel sane is when I'm on my meds? Why do I have to silence my brain just for some peace? Why must I smile and pretend the memories and my past won't haunt me until I die? All it took was multiple events in quick succession to warp my mind, and there was nothing that could've stopped them or prepared me. I will never get to enjoy life like my peers and Im expected to smile and pretend I'm okay. It's not fair.

It's not fucking fair.

 

[DerezzMyself143]

Life is bleak indeed, but especially for people like you and me. I'm not exactly in the same situation but I also have to deal with both depression an a certain disorder that will forever haunt my life until the day I expire: a disorder I can't control completely no matter what I tried: therapy, meds, self-isolation even... nothing worked in the slightest. I will forever be an outcast in society and for that I feel sick everyday.