Last night, I had a blip.

I’m physically unwell at the moment and it’s impacting my mental health. I’m also missing my man like crazy whilst he’s in Belgium, so that’s driving me to distraction.

BPD is a cruel illness. The mood swings are so intense. Last night, I think I went through a hundred different emotions in the space of a couple of hours. From euphoria to utter devastation. It’s exhausting.

I spent most of today sleeping, trying to give my brain some time to switch off and recover. I think that helped a little.

I really don’t have the energy to write much, so this is going to be a short one. I just needed to remind myself that recovery is not linear, and a blip doesn’t erase the progress I’ve made.

Thanks for sticking with me.