I wrote this poem in January of 2024.
the downpour from this morning made me uber emotional
driving through a flood, trying to not lose control of my car
and with God by my side and Olivia Rodrigo on the radio I made it to work
the downpour didn’t stop
and my coworker mentioned it was an upside world when the morning
looks like evening
and the dreadful weather triggered the on switch to my depression
and out pours the thoughts about grief and death
the downpour of my emotions started and nothing could stop it
Life on the BPD 
The whole damn thing, this existence sometimes seems so unfair. Why should you have to endure the downpour of emotions and thoughts of death? The only consolation to this are songs reminding us that things pass and I hope it passes for you too and soon, but you’re courageous to engage with the reality of it as opposed to ignoring it.
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