I can feel it lurking I think. Like it’s creeping up on me. The only way I can think to describe it is like the person in the movies that is walking to their car at night. They sense danger and look around but see nothing. They walk faster toward their car and can hear and feel the threat nearing but still can’t see it and don’t know when it will strike.
It’s such an uneasy feeling. I’m hoping it’s just that I’m tired and am sick and cranky but I’m not so sure it’s that simple. I think BPD is going to get me again soon 😦 it’s scary and I hate it.
Does anyone else relate?