Hello Beatricex and all,
This is an excerpt that Randi Kreger (of Walking on Eggshells) shared elsewhere of quotes from individuals with BPD regarding what it feels like to them:
Shehrina Rooney, The Big Book of Borderline Personality Disorder: I
know you are sick of the roller coaster I always seem to be on, often
dragging you along for the ride, But there are a few things I need you
to know. For one, I hate the way I am as much as you do. I struggle
daily with the fear that those I love are going to leave me, and I
desperately try to avoid the inevitable abandonment. I know you think
my fear is irrational—and maybe it is—but it feels so real to me.
And just like you, I wish I could have a happy life, free from the
chaos that seems to follow me wherever I go. The chaos is like a beast
inside me. Sometimes the beast is sleeping and I fool myself and
forget it is there. But when the beast awakes, my world is turned
upside down and I have no control. I may self harm, fight, drink, jump
into a relationship, or use any of the coping mechanisms I have taught
myself over the years.
To you, the behaviors are destructive. To me, they are survival skills
I use when I don’t know how to cope anymore.
Destiny: You can’t remember who you are, and how you ever felt
differently. Sometimes your emotions are so big you are drowning in
them, leaving you feel fragmented and split with your inner self
becoming less and less accessible in these emotional storms. You don't
know who you are, and you can’t remember who you’ve been. When the
pain recedes, all you feel is emptiness and a feeling of being dead
inside.
Rosa: When people ask what it’s like to have BPD, I tell them to
imagine every feeling they have ever had in their lifetime and feeling
them all at the same time—and then having people tell you that every
one of those emotions is wrong. It’s like you’re constantly begging
for help or understanding, but no one else speaks your language.
Sam: Having BPD is chaos, being a small kid inside an adult’s body
with people having expectations of you you just can’t seem to meet.
Hating yourself, not feeling good enough. Being seen as crazy,
manipulative and evil when you’re just a mess inside and don’t mean
any harm to anyone.
Adam: Nothing I feel is average. Either I’m figuratively drunk,
sobbing in a sticky, dark corner of the bar, or the life of the party,
making all the jokes and toasts. When I’m in between, I don’t feel
much of anything--and something that gives me the urge to create drama
so I can feel something. My mood can change on a dime based on what I
read on the news, something I am worried about, or how I feel about
life. Internal things. Or it can be external things, like how others
are treating me, reacting to me, or talking (or not talking) to me. My
mood fluctuates like the stock market. I know intellectually there is
no need to react that strongly. But I can’t help it.
Stan: If I make even the smallest mistake, I am sure everyone is going
to leave me. No one will love me. I try to combat this thinking by
constantly reminding myself “I am chosen.” “I am cared for.” “I am
loved.” Sometimes it takes saying it about a thousand times, but it
works.
Mimi: Imagine a world in which you are positively sure that you are a
complete and utter failure, and everyone thinks you’re an idiot, isn’t
worth listening to, and can’t be trusted. When you get a chance to
show then differently, it turns out wrong no matter what you do. So
you wrap yourself in self-loathing.
Jamal: I feel like a monster, disgusting, guilty, and confused. I ruin
people’s lives, so I push them away and hide from them. At the same
time, I want them to come to me and reassure me, “No, you’re not a
monster,” as I push them away screaming, “Run for your life! Go away!”
But then again, I want to say, “Hug me, maybe.? But...not too much
because I don’t deserve it.”
Donald: Every day, I get pure flashes of honest hatred for the people
whom I love most. I know that I am splitting them [seeing people in
black and white] and that it’s not “real,” but still it hurts my heart
to feel it. Half the battle is knowing that my brain needs to be fixed
and that my emotions are not reality. Just because you feel something
is true does not make it true. That was hard for me to learn.
Sophie: Everyone is lying to my face. No one really cares about me.
That’s what my brain keeps telling me all the time. The only thing I
can do to combat those thoughts is ask my friends and family
repeatedly if they’re lying to me or if they really do care about me.
I ask them so many times I make both of us exhausted and sick. I feel
terrible that I do that to us both, but I don’t know how to stop
asking.
Jody: It’s like I’m constantly screaming for help and understanding
and nobody hears me.
Imani: Having BPD feels like you’re being stabbed in the heart in a
regular basis. You hate yourself. Sometimes you hate everyone else.
You don’t know what to do. You may feel like an alien looking in
whether you’re with strangers, friends, or family. Everyone is
badmouthing you, and you have to admit they’re right because you are
terrible. Teenagers can seem pretty borderline, and borderline people
can seem pretty much like teenagers.
Bai Ling: Heartache makes the world go around and I hate it. I just
don’t want to exist anymore. I don’t want the possibility of someone
hurting me anymore. I want to stop existing because life is too
painful. It’s too exhausting to live this life. I push the people away
I love the most, and I can’t seem to stop myself or even realize what
I have done until it is too late.
Ellen: We can act so
PLEASE READ-ass crazy because of the pain. I’m not going
to deny that or make excuses. But I’m going to be honest when I say we
do damage because we are incredibly sick and experiencing pain beyond
what most people can imagine.
Denzel: I know you don’t understand me. I don’t understand me either.
My most common thought is, “Why did I just do that?
Rodney: Imagine being set on fire over and over again, unable to do
anything about it. That is where the impulsivity comes from. We will
do anything to stop the scarlet flames from licking our skin--cutting,
drinking, smoking, doing drugs, spending large sums of money, sex,
quitting our jobs, and attempting suicide. I read it’s like we have
exposed nerve endings. How do you tell a person on fire to use logic?
The crazy thing is that when I’m happy it’s just as intense.
Alejandro: When I am frantic with worry that someone I love is going
to abandon me, I hurt them because I lack self-control in the face of
overwhelming emotion, not because I lack compassion. After I have
taken a step back and surveyed the wreckage, I am filled with guilt
and self-loathing. Fear of abandonment is desperation mode, and I
usually resort to nasty threats. I don’t think I would follow through
with them, but considering my impulsivity and loss of control, I can
see why they would scare people away.
Stephanie: When I’m angry, it takes over like a tidal wave and I lash
out and say mean things, curse and scream. I want to hurt the ones I
love in that moment so they know how I feel. Most people don’t realize
the root of the anger is hurt—although I have to admit sometimes I am
just pissed off. When it’s over, I feel ashamed of myself. I can
apologize, but the damage has been done.