Everyone hates me! (But not really)

I’m a programmer. And I never feel like I’m good enough for my job. So every time my work is criticized (and everyone’s work is at some point), it feels like a personal attack. The dialogue running through my head screams at me, “They hate you, they hate you, they hate you, they hate you…” and for most of the day I am sitting uncomfortable on eggshells, afraid that my every move is being watched and criticized and rejected. But this feeling doesn’t just occur when my performance is being judged, sometimes its just the way a person looks at me, the way they talk to me, the way they move if they’re in my way. The slightest potential of judgment triggers, “They hate me, they hate me, they hate me!”

But it’s not just work. Sometimes my boyfriend will text back just a one word text. My instant thought? He’s angry. He hates me. Why is my mind so quick to jump to hate?

Borderline personality disorder distinguishes one big symptom to the disorder as “black and white thinking.” I used to think I didn’t have this. I didn’t do all or nothing; I never really loved then hated. But jumping to the conclusion that someone hates me, over some small thing that does not warrant that feeling, is an example of black or white thinking. A logical step might be, they are slightly annoyed by something, that might not even be me. Black and white thinking is rarely logical. It’s emotional. Our fear of rejection or abandonment sends a spike of emotion that make us so self concious we can’t help but feel hated by the other person. I catch myself saying I’m hated a lot. When I’m stressed out, almost everybody might “hate me.”

When I’ve spiralled into a terrible depression, I assume that everyone hates me. They don’t like me; they’re pretending. They don’t want me; they pity me. So on and so forth until I feel the deep, dark, and painful pit of worthlessness. In these moments of almost unbearable emotion I would turn to self injury. I’ll dedicate another post on that, but self injury for me was the fastest way to take my attention off of the emotional pain because I had a wound to care for; I had physical pain to focus on…

I am still getting over the assumption that I am hated. One thing that I think borderlines are really good at are conciously not focussing on a good thought in place of the bad because, let’s just be honest with ourselves; the bad thought is true and nothing will change it. This is incredibly flawed thinking but also incredibly difficult to get rid of. I am still working on it. When I catch myself thinking, “This person hates me; they hate me.” I try to tell myself, “No, that’s not true. Maybe they’re just giving helpful criticism to make me a better programmer, not to point out my flaws. Maybe he gave you a one word answer because his hands were busy but he still wanted to text you an answer.” This is a skill you learn in DBT (dialectical behavior therapy; a group based therapy that works on emotional dysregulation).It’s all about stopping the stories you tell yourself (“this person hates me”) and replacing it with something constructive and more plausible. It’s a hard skill to achieve, but a valuable one. No one should feel hated. No one should feel that isolation and anxiety and rejection. Because chances are, no one actually hates you, and it’s all in your head.

Here is an article on this subject that I related to in nearly every way:

My Disorder Makes Me Feel Like Everyone Hates Me



I am an introvert. I need a lot of space and alone time. I value privacy and independence, and loud non-stop-talking people can kind of annoy me.

But I also have BPD, so I must annoy myself because I’m loud when I’m upset, and I need to be around people or else I get lonely, and independent? No, I’m totally dependent. Right?

Well, for a lot of people, these are true. But they aren’t always true for me. I have the subtype of BPD known as quiet BPD. Borderline personality disorder is painful and emotional no matter how you slice it; those with BPD and those with quiet BPD feel emotions with the same intensity and pervasiveness. But those with the quiet subtype act in rather than act out. We don’t yell as much; we aren’t as “loud” about the pain and mood swings we feel. We internalize all our bad emotions, bottling it up until it comes out in solitary impulses like alcohol, self harm, and suicide. We hurt ourselves more than we tend to hurt others. I was able to hide my BPD for years from my family because I could internalize everything (though I also became really good at faking through interactions with people).

Every criticism, every painful word, every painful emotion cuts a deep, deep scar that I hide away in a locked ice box somewhere deep in my chest. And sometimes that ice box overflows; everything becomes too much – the pain, the self loathing. I turned to sobbing like a baby, cutting, and alcohol (after turning 20). My internal scars forced their ways outward. When I got an impulse to cut, there was no stopping it. I was going to injure myself, even if it wasn’t for a minute; an hour; a day, even. I had to release all those emotions somehow, but I wasn’t the type to scream and yell and kick at anyone near me. To me, I was the nearest thing to attack.

I’m in my head a lot, whether I’m daydreaming, planning an outing, or just singing a song. I don’t talk out my problems, I think them. Well, my thoughts can turn exceptionally vicious. They can speak of hatred; of failure. I am the most horrible person in the world. Everyone hated me; no one liked me. I was doomed to forever suffer alone because no one actually cared. And who could put up with all the mood swings anyway? I spent the night sobbing and bleeding all these negative emotions out. It was the type of sobbing that sounds really ugly, but feels worse. The kind that pulls and tugs ruthlessly at your chest sucking the air out of you, then sits heavy and tired in your body…

I am able to hide my scars, I am able to hide my emotions. Alone time is normal for an introvert, and no one questions what an introvert does alone. They are happy to be alone. I hide in my introversion. It is my cloak that I can sink into when the emotions start to get bad. But being an introvert isn’t all sorrow and pain, though. I love being an introvert. I love my time alone when my creative brain is rapidly coming up with new ideas; new ideas for writing, for drawing, for painting, for everything. I love my imagination; my daydreaming. It may be disordered, it may be crazy at times, but I love my introverted brain.


Hello! Welcome to Borderline Bright Side; the site not only for my quirky webcomic, but for information and my own written experiences as well.

A little bit about my comic: It’s about a young woman with borderline personality disorder (the quiet subtype) experiencing life, love, and learning along the way. BPD is a personality disorder with a bad reputation and stigmas surrounding it. But not every person with BPD is the monster that the internet or even media make you believe. The true monster is the disorder itself.

Most people think of borderlines as the acting out type; people whose emotional intensity flickers into full-on rage in seconds. The lesser known subtype, quiet borderline personality disorder, or sometimes considered “high functioning,” shows itself as acting in; we are often introverts and we direct all the rage we feel onto ourselves rather than expelling it at those around us. Both types are serious, but they can manifest in different ways that set them apart.

I am a quiet borderline; I’m an introvert. I crave to be alone but can’t stay alone or else I feel depressed or abandoned. There is a lot less information and media coverage for quiet borderline personality, so I decided to share my story through the quirky, tongue in cheek comic that is Borderline Bright Side. There is always a bright side to life; the trick is finding it and stepping over that borderline.

For more information on Borderline Personality Disorder, I’ll be updating my Links page.