My family treats me like crap. My sister who is an alcoholic tells me that I aa is the answer to my mi. I'm also an alcoholic but aa doesn't cure mi. My parents won't talk about it. They hate it when I bring it up so I learned to not share anything with them. I grew up emotionally abused with zero love. This contributes to my bpd. I have bp 2, depression, bpd, anxiety and ptsd. If I get hospitalized my.mother gets mad at me, like I'm a problem. It really hurts. Luckily I have a few close friends who understand my illness. I don't know what I'd do without them. I do everything I can to help myself. I go to therapy, too my pdoc and attend dbt sessions. I do these things to stay healthy. So I'm a better mother and a stable person

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