Sometimes solitude doesn't feel like peace — it feels like fading away. You tuck everything inside: the thoughts, the overthinking, the spirals, the hurt — letting them stew silently in your mind. It can seem easier to drown quietly than to try to explain what's happening. It's strange how silence can roar when you're alone with BPD. The same mind that once sought connection now hides behind isolation. And honestly... it's beginning to feel like a prison.