Quiet days...

...and silent nights.

I've been on my own for a while now.

It's not fun, but it's safest.

I suffer from a nasty little thing they call Borderline Personality Disorder. I am not an irresponsible teenager, who has ill-advised relationships and takes too many recreational drugs. I am a mother. Soon I will be forty.

And it is not fun.

You've all seen 'Girl, Interrupted' and think you know what it's about. You don't.

I can't be near people. I damage me, and I damage them.

So I am alone. Again.