I don't even know if I should really exist or not. My family is mentally disturbed due to me. I'm toxic. I am causing harm to others. And i can't handle the feeling. It's so hard to see your loved ones getting hurt because of you.

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I don't even know if I should really exist or not. My family is mentally disturbed due to me. I'm toxic. I am causing harm to others. And i can't handle the feeling. It's so hard to see your loved ones getting hurt because of you.
borderlines; reblog this with your most ass backwards maladaptive daydreaming scenarios.
my most common ones are; past friends/fps show up at my door after being mugged/thrown out and i graciously forgive them and react like a caring neurotypical and tend to their injuries/let them cry on me.
BPD awareness month day 1 - post a selfie of yourself! I dont take selfies, so this is hard for me! But for the sake of it, im posting this and excuse the messiness. Or better not. Bpd is messy so... Borderline Brilliance Selfie
brb cutting myself off from all of my friends
Help dispel BPD myths!
Your blog has helped me better understand my disorder and inspired me to write my final paper on the misconceptions faced by those with BPD. If you could share this on your page, it would really mean the world!
In honor of Borderline Personality Disorder Awareness Month, I will be writing my final paper for an Illness and Therapy course on the disorder’s perception, as well as the stigma faced by those with the disorder (such as myself). If you have BPD or know someone who does, please take a moment to fill it out. It’s very short and would go a long way in helping dispel myths and misinformation about those with the disorder in my college community.
http://bit.ly/1EZEmTV
Thank you so much!
Alright, we got a very long text heavy submission asking for advice, so I will be putting my response under a cut so I don’t overwhelm your dash.
I had a carpooler (colleague) with BPD traits. We commuted 100 miles a day for 18 months. We connected early on and became “close”. As months passed, she became distant and wouldn’t talk to me during the ride. I invited her to a WNBA game over the summer. She said she couldn’t make it. The day of the game, I told her that I’d like to leave work 15 minutes early to meet my friends for the game. Well, she got to the car 20 minutes later than our normal departure time. She got in the car in an intense mood. I asked if she needed more time. She said, “No” and commenced to engage in her cellphone six inches from her face during the long ride home, and never looked at me or spoke to me. When I dropped her off, she hopped out of the car and said, ” …have fun at the game” and slammed my car door”. We had numerous intense silent bouts like this over the course of our commuting.
I didn’t understand the mood swings and things were becoming more intense and darker…but without words. After 16 months, I wrote her a note saying that I couldn’t take the intensity anymore and thought it best that we didn’t carpool. I had just endured two months of silent treatment during our commute and it affected me emotionally. I had become angry, but didn’t want to show anger toward her. So I attempted to walk away…. After a couple of weeks and a hellacious commute, I reached out to her to try again. Plus, I missed her. After all, we drove 100 miles a day together, four days a week. She agreed. Our first day back commuting together, the morning ride was understandably quiet. The ride home was tense. She said we could ride together, but not talk. She said we were only “carpoolers”… “like car and pool”…She was visibly tense and I could feel her internal rage, but it never surfaced. In fact, we never argued and were never mean or rude to each other. We genuinely liked each other. I told her that I thought we had a friendship. She said “we didn’t”. Ouch! But I knew that wasn’t true. I was driving and stayed calm. I told her at that moment that I would never argue or fight with her and therefore, would respect her wishes…The rest of the ride was quiet. I had already fallen for her…obviously. Later that night she text me to say that she was not going to work the next day, but if I still wanted to, we could carpool together the following week. I was still hurt by her decision not to talk during future rides and also her false revelation that we weren’t friends. I sent her a “thanks, but no thanks text” and told her that my friendship had been unconditional and I was over the mood swings, lies and chaos. Almost four months later we haven’t driven to work together although the commute is brutal without the carpool lane…we ride alone. I’m not interested in carpooling with anyone else. Neither is she. We see each other in passing at work, but don’t speak and the intensity is still there. I see and feel her pain. I want to take care of her. I miss her terribly. I used to give her mason jars stuffed with her favorite candies before all this happened. Well, I’ve left large mason jars stuffed with candy on her desk on two occasions since we parted ways. Each time I expected to find them back on my desk, but she kept them. I’ve sent her a few texts, but she never responds although they don’t require a response. She’s a loner at work and keeps to herself. I’m the opposite. We had these “feelings” for each other that we didn’t address early on. She’d drop hints. I’d drop hints. But we kept the feelings under wrap. She was conflicted about her religious upbringing and other things and I didn’t want to push the issue. Especially after researching her moods and BPD. I feel her watching me/my actions from afar and wonder if she hates me or just doesn’t know how to approach me. She mimicked a lot of my behaviors and shared bits and pieces of her journey with me. I’ve pieced it all together now, but it may be too late. And I feel a lot of guilt knowing she believes that I abandoned her. That I may have also triggered her moods by not sharing my feelings. I’m a very strong girl, but this ordeal has touched my core deeply. I want to reach out to her. Help her. Be there for her. Carry her. It pains me to know that In her mind, she thought “I was the one” if only for a little while. But I let her down when I walked away… Any advice would be very much appreciated. THANK YOU!