Perhaps it's the stress of working full time and going to school full time. Perhaps I've realized (for the millionth time) that I have an unsupportive, uncaring family. Perhaps I've realized no one but my dog cares whether I live or die. Perhaps the blade is calling too much. Perhaps I don't have enough scars (I have too many scars...) to tell my story. Perhaps...this forum is just bs....Perhaps I have too many high hopes for living...

I need some advice, some support, some guidance, anything. Some love, some hugs, some something. Am I alone? Is this all I feel? Why do we feel the emotional rollercoaster of bpd?! Help....