My eyes flip back and forth between the two firemen, and I can see the questions on their faces as it all begins to sink in. They think it's the paint. They think I'm crazy. There's no gas leak, there's just me, standing in this living room as tunnel vision takes over and memories of a movie about an agoraphobic woman who spirals into psychosis after "witnessing" a murder play through my head. The pieces fall together and I realize I am slipping; I am shattering. I am BPD experiencing symptoms of psychosis. The world drops out from under me.
Mercedes Lubbers doesn't know how to write bios. She's got 2 cats and Borderline Personality Disorder, and takes a stab at writing every now and then. Find Mercedes at cv-portfolio.webnode.com/ and on Instagram @ritzyxritz.