12/8/19.

Dear diary.

I dont know what’s wrong with me today?

I felt the fog descend at about lunchtime and I havnt been able to shake off the feelings of emptiness and doubt since. I dont even know what’s wrong to have set this off, I just seem to have fallen off the edge of somewhere and I cant pull myself back up.

It’s been a busy day helping BB1 tidy her house up a bit. Not an easy task with BB3, BB4 and MB1 all charging about everywhere and wrecking the place. Especially difficult now MB1 has started to crawl too!

I have so much to be happy for. Why am I being miserable today.

I hate having BPD!

Maybe tomorrow will be better eh?

Sleep time for me.