I've known I have BPD since I was 14. I'm 24 and still haven't accepted the help that was in front of me. I know I should find DBT, and I'll do that after Christmas when I move 1,900 miles away from home. I'm not scared, I'm excited. I need change. I need to learn to love life and love myself. Haters gonna hate. I let my haters be my motivators. I don't know how to process grief and dear god I don't know how to face his mom at the funeral...

You don't know me and I don't know you and that's okay. If you're reading this, you care. Thank you. You matter. Please don't ever kill yourself because your mother will mourn you and it will hurt her. She loves you, call her if you don't.