I sometimes feel as though if it wasn't for the BPD I wouldn't have to try so hard to find the positive. But it is there . . . in each one of us, perhaps more dormant at times and more difficult to surface, we fail to realize it at times, or forget it somewhere along the way. I finally understand why other people struggle to fit into society, maintain a job, have a violent side, have rocky relationships, find it difficult to be motivated, etc. I finally understand what my own children have been faced with in their lives. I can finally empathize like I never could before.