I found this on Facebook the other day, posted by one of the Mental Health pages I follow. With so few words, this says so much about what it’s like having BPD. I think this “floating through space” affect is why we cling to people so much. To find someone you can bring yourself to trust, is like finding a foundation in a world that has none. When they are physically present, you feel like you need to hold onto them so you can ensure that you won’t be pulled apart. There’s no “sensing” closeness, I need to feel it with my hands. To be apart and not within that person’s physical presence, is like they never existed, or more like I never existed for them. I feel like something, or life, is pulling me into it and away, off somewhere I don’t even know where, and I’m losing everything and everyone. It’s so hard to explain, but here it is. A life full of unrelated snapshots.