Today is day 4 of being officially broken up with the person I considered my favorite person. Having a favorite person with BPD is truly so traumatic and doing it alone in a hotel for 5 days when you beg your favorite person to just come hold you so the shaking will stop and they look at you like a monster and block your number or have their mom text you and say you’re being too much. I feel so drained. I feel so hopeless. I want her to love me, but now it’s my turn to love myself.









