The greatest thing about my child is that they were wanted. We decided we wanted a child, we actively took the actions, and they were born. Planned for. Wanted more than anything. Protected and loved. Every child should be wanted.
Am I allowed to talk about how much I want to die here? I've been waiting for my life to get better since I was 20. It has been 30 years of hoping and I'm done. It's not going to get better, it just keeps getting worse. It doesn't matter how I think or what I do. As long as I have BPD I'm not human and I don't matter. Nobody even cares who I am or how much love I have put out into the universe. All I am ever going to get is suffering. I've had enough. I want to leave now. FML