I regret telling my parents that I am depressed. It’s as if I gave them more ammunition against me. Now they prey on my vulnerability like vultures.
I wish I had been strong enough to deal with it on my own without exposing myself to them.
I despise their mocking. How they make me feel so small and invalid. I hate how they treat me like a failure that’s going to amount to nothing. I can’t stand the pressure and demands they keep on placing on me.
I mean I am only human. We all are flawed. I can only do so much, within the limits of my capabilities. I did not ask to have mental illness. I never wanted to be depressed or diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. I never asked for this, just as I never asked to be brought into this earth. There are some things that are just out of my control. Things that I have had to accept as a part of my life and learn to live with.
Sometimes I wish I could have been a better person with less imperfections, but well…if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
I am not weak.
I do not have a problem.
I am just a person trying her best to get through life while managing my conditions.
Depression does not make me weak. Surviving it speaks of my strength.
Having Borderline personality disorder doesn’t not make invalid or abnormal. It has taught me acceptance and how to find the beauty in my uniqueness.
Acknowledge the beauty within you. You are unique for a reason 😘