A friend of mine shared the following on Facebook.

It sums up how my BPD feels far better than I ever could. I’m currently  sitting in my adopted sisters garden helping her to celebrate her birthday. I’m laughing and joining in with the conversation, but I don’t think I have ever felt more alone in my life. For no know reason whatsoever I could just sit here and cry.

I’m having constant flashbacks, they haunt me. The images and conversations are so real. I can feel every muscle tensing in my body. I always notice it starts with my shoulders and works it’s way down.

Part of me wants to leave, to run, to go home and sleep. I know that won’t help to me feel any better. Right now, nothing will.

I can’t wait for my talking therapy to start.