Even though I have everything, yet I have nothing; this is the feeling people suffering from borderline personality disorder have. They are EMPTY, to the core. This emptiness drives the most functional of people suffering from this grave illness to madness. A deafening silence lurks within us, our capacity to handle emotions is, for want of a better word, dead. I was 32 when my first book on borderline personality disorder came out. I was lauded, congratulated, celebrated for months after. But what then? What became of me? In the last line of my book, I wrote that I will try to diminish the symptoms of BPD and live. But sometimes I want to die. I want to die just to end the pain, end this hollowness. I did a few literature festivals afterwards as festival director. In all the fests, I kept mental health as the theme in order to highlight the importance of mental health education in society. We are getting there and yet, we have a long way to go. You know why? Because as humans we have low bandwidth and less and less of time, patience, energy to sympathise, empathise and be patient with a mentally ill person.