Having depression is like:
Me: -wakes up feeling great--gets dressed-
Pants: -have shrunk a bit in the wash cuz they're ancient-
Brain: "Everything is horrible and you're horrible and even your clothes hate you."
Me: "No...I don't think that's true."
Brain: "Look at the facts: your most trust worthy pants don't want you to wear them. Even they can't trust you."
Me: "Oh, gods, you're right. :'("
-flips off brain-
Bpd (or most likely it) makes it even more annoying like:
Brain: "Oh, that person said good morning to me...did they mean they want me to have a good morning or that they're having a good morning? Or was it meant sarcastically? The news has been terrible lately, so maybe they mean it in the at-least-we're-not-dead way? Maybe they don't mean it at all? Oh, no, I've been sitting here, staring for thirty seconds...uh...um...reply neutrally!"
Me: "You...too? -expression as if she's suffering-"
Person: "-creeped out--inches away-"
:facepalm: Brain, why you no normal?