Yeppers. Especially since I "don't have a care in the world". I am fortunate in that I do live a life of luxury, but it's not MINE - it's my boyfriend's graces. I think it is even worse in that I can do/go anywhere I'd like (and I did go to a really nice rehab/facility...that's about the only 'plus' I've used) and I just can't get it together sometimes.

Luckily, and unluckily, boyfriend is BPD1, while I am BPD2. He marches to the beat of his own drum, as well. Thank goodness he doesn't make me feel bad about my non-functioning days....he skews more towards mania.

Oh my, sometimes it's a roller coaster around here...but...the upside is that the other person totally understands how you feel and can be supportive (unless they are on an opposite swing...then we just stay in different houses on the property and that works!).

Anyway, I feel like a floozy. <3