I'm done.

For someone with a personality disorder, it'd be expected if i were to utter certain words like; "I'm done." Over the smallest things that others would deem as 'a bit much.' But in this case, I don't know I'm just.. Done! Done with waking up to a mind so loud, and draining reminding me every waking moment that i don't fit in anywhere. Done with feeling every possible emotion from a 0 to a 100 by each minute and lashing out because it's overwhelming. Done with the constant depression, anxiety and ptsd that comes with it. Done with having to educate and remind others about your diagnosis and your boundaries praying that someone finally listens and respects it. I'm done, I'm done, I'm done OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M JUST- DONE!!! . . . ... I'm done feeling broken and alone. Even with all the help, the support, the love and respect that i could possibly ask for. It never seems to satisfy me. I feel like like a broken record that the people who feel bold enough to even try and take a look at it. Deep down, they just know that they can't fix it. The only person that can is me. So someday, i'll be done isolating and wallowing into this deep depressive end. But until then, I'm just done trying.