BPDRelatable

girl, im basically the FBI you can’t put nothing past me 😂😭

this hits hard, “I learned to read the room before I learned to read books” literal chills.

Iykyk

I grew up believing
that there was never enough room
for my feelings.

If I was tired,
someone else was more tired.

If I was hurting,
someone else had it worse.

If I was happy,
someone else’s suffering
somehow became part of it.

Eventually,
I stopped talking about how I felt.

Not because I stopped feeling.

Because I learned
my feelings were a burden.

man oh man, I feel like I’m stuck inside a body of a teenager with an age that should have my s**t together. but hey, the trauma took me a little longer to get on track compared to my peers ☹️❤️‍🩹

whose ready for THAT conversation though?????????

the hardest moments teach you the biggest lessons. ❤️‍🩹

this.

you ever have so much weighing on your heart but simultaneously keep it in because you feel like nobody cares to hear? same.