I’m never sure if this is just people or people with BPD OR that people with BPD experience it slightly differently, but this whole seasonal depression malarkey is exhausting.

One moment I am literally using every mental tool in my toolbox to get me out from under the quilt to function, and I literally mean function. Put one foot in front of the other and get from bed to bathroom. Then out of nowhere I will have a flood of emotion, might be guilt, might be grief, might be joy occasionally even love, and it will consume me. The intensity of it will be such that I cannot separate myself from it when left to myself, let me clarify. For instance, say in the shower, I might be overcome with anger over nothing. Or walking up the stairs I might feel lighter and happier by the time I reach the…