It's part of my bpd and also part of my experience. I have been thru the wringer, too, even in therapy, with crooked therapists.

It's hard for me to know when I am being messed with again and what's my bpd.

I think I have gotten to a certain point where I just can't really open up (at least right now; maybe with time and patience that will change again), after going thru such grief and loss and heartache.

I do pray I can build myself up again and learn to trust the right people, pick up the right signals and signs and take risks again.

I may do it.

It feels impossible.

Ani won't give up on me. And I won't either.

I am glad you found this board, Maranara.

I am glad we both did.

Carol (used to be Billi)