i think i have a lot on my mind right now and it's all catching up to me. today i woke up feeling like shit and couldn't get out of bed, and the lethargy has only gotten worse the longer the day goes on. i'm restless and exhausted, i want to do something and nothing is appealing. maybe i'll feel better soon since the sun is setting, but it's eating at me why i feel this way at all considering i shouldn't have anything to worry about. i've had a great last couple weeks, and a good last few days.

first of all, i had another nightmare where all my teeth fell out again. that only happens when i'm dysregulated for an extended period, days usually, even throughout sleeping. so that's how i know something's wrong. stressful or triggering nightmares are definitely enough to ruin a whole day for me, which is probably the reason why my day feels ruined today, though they never show up randomly, they manifest only when i have compounding dissociation.

i mean, since the last entry, a few things have happened. less than a week had gone by before aforementioned housemate moved out and cut us off overnight. i'm still sad about it because i care about her and she's sick, unrecognizable even, evidently though she thinks i'm dangerous or unsafe. i don't regret it because now my house without them feels safe and cooperative, a feeling i didn't quite know i was feeling until i felt its absence. this very closely mirrors how back in june my one community immediately improved without the one toxic person. in july my home and housemates immediately improved without the one toxic person. i suppose lately i've been thinking about yet another toxic person in my life. this friend is my oldest friend, and i'm pretty sure he's shown up in my diary as a pain point before. we tried catching up over vc the other week, and we chatted for a few hours, but nothing about it felt very genuine. my guard was up the entire time, and he seemed to be a bit manic, maybe that was the whole reason why he reached out in the first place. after about 4 hours i opened up a little bit about how shit i was feeling with the whole housemate situation, and explained most of the long story. toward the end i could tell he was splitting really really hard at me, said he had to go, and abruptly stopped the whole thing. it's been almost 2 weeks and we haven't spoken a word since. i know it's not really his fault he splits like that, but i don't think that i can fucking handle anyone with bpd anymore. period. i think i'm really beating myself up over it too, like i feel like a huge asshole for blanket stating i cannot even be in the same room as people with bpd. the reality of it though is that this is a massive trigger, potentially my most painful. splitting doesn't feel good for anybody at all, i know that, however for me it feels like getting hit by a truck. and i'm so fucking familiar with bpd that i can recognize parts of the entire cycle, even if the person is totally fine at the moment, i'm just so terrified of when the shoe will drop, and because of the nature of bpd it always does, and then my paranoia feels confirmed, and it's just a whole spiral. i hate feeling uncompromising. i'm pretty sure that in and of itself is rooted in always needing to deescalate conflicts, negoatiate, appease, or enable.

the other day while i was out at a function, i merely overheard that someone's partner whom i had never met was having a bpd meltdown episode over text. looking back on it now even just hearing about it then sent me into a panicked dissociative episode for at least 2 entire hours. at what point do i become the bad guy? my triggers are my problem and they're my responsibility to learn how to cope with. i shouldn't automatically reject people for their disorders they have no control over. but here i am, still letting this relationship i have with my friend just slowly fester and decay because i'm literally too indifferent to bother reaching out. i simply don't want to talk to him, and i haven't for several years at this point. should i care? should i be more patient with him? should i rip the band-aid off and tell him straight up we aren't friends? should i prioritize myself and be more selfish? am i really going to cut off a 3rd childhood friend in a 3 month span? is there something wrong with me?

i'm doubting my own judgement so harshly. normally my convictions are so strong, but i really can't get the words of my friend whom i cut off in june said. "flight risk" just echoes around in my mind all the time. i can't fucking believe i'm letting it get to me so much, he tried to hurt me so bad and he fucking succeeded. he dug his fingers right into my oldest wounds; disloyalty. i have to cry and scream at myself that i don't give up on people, that people decide they don't want me, but emotionally i just can't get it. it always feels like my fault when i lose people, even when i'm running away from them. emotionally i still don't understand in what world is it ok to give up on people. fuck man, it's not even like that in reality, there is no "giving up".

ugh, things don't have to be so black and white. clearly i've known this guy for the majority of our lives, and i've been stuck in his cycles one way or another for like 17 fucking years. i think i have every right to decide if i want his company or not. meanwhile, it's understandable why i would be triggered around other bpd strangers, but it's not ok to be prejudiced against their very presence. i'm in control of my own life, and i can choose who i do or don't let into my closer circles. that's so much more humanizing of a rejection. idk, i have to sit on these emotions until they pass. at least logically i think i found the path forward. i need some fuckin ice cream dawg

08-10-2025