I have BPD. Got it bad. And I've been reading all the right books to get better. Participated in outpatient therapy. I've been struggling with these feelings for so long and I want to start enjoying my life already.

I have no idea who I am.

I'm more of a cartoon of a woman than an actual one. I feel a lot of pain and loneliness. I'm able to connect sometimes with others but mostly I feel different. Alien to this world. I try to feed myself some happiness by looking for hobbies. I try to meet people who might fill the void but it doesn't work. I always wind up being myself, whoever that might be. I'm a fragment mess. Shards of someone or something but not whole.

Sometimes I can even explain what is wrong.