and I have no intentions of closing it. I'm Borderline, with PTSD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and a Major Depressive Disorder. Friday night I had reached my limit and drove myself to the hospital, in lieu of a suicide attempt I'd likely have failed. I wasn't admitted. Sunday, around two A.M. I went back and was admitted. I made new friends and developed a strong support group from the patients there. We've met up already and are planning things, more. Only in the crazy world that Scorpio lives in would this next part happen. I met a girl there and we bonded instantly. For six days we confided in one another, supported each other, and were generally just fantastic and understanding friends with the other. The romantic tension could have been cut with a knife. Nurses spoke to us, individually, discreetly, urging us not to pursue anything. Neither of us mentioned it until the day before we left. Hell, our new friends could all see it. We decided not to talk about it until we got out. I was out Friday, she got out Saturday. We spent both days together. Impulse control is not something either of us claim to have, but we've managed so far. The thing is, yes, I met her in the mental ward. She's MDD, GAD, BPD, PTSD, ADD, and high functioning OCD. I'm nineteen and she's twenty five. She's married - seperated and seeing a divorce lawyer - but, married. We decided we're "Friends, for right now, who are slowly and carefully working our way into something more. Who make out a lot and really want to **** each other." Her words, not mine. We had a long discussion on this and we understand the dangers and serious problems we're facing. Last night we accidently stepped on each other's triggers and had to spend two hours having a soft talk and consoling one another. So, we know what we're in for. We thought my posting this would give us some feedback and maybe get a Borderline perspective. We're aware it's insane and stupid and self-destructive.