I just went an liked a page on facebook. it provided me a list of friends to invite to like it too. On there was a picture of my sister. She died last January. her birthday is coming up in a couple weeks. she would have been fifty. I just sat there staring at her wondering what separated the two of us. her mental health issues killed her. we both were exposed to the same CSA by our brother and the same abuse by our father and we both went down the path of severe mental illness, she just more severe than me. she spent a good many years locked up in institutions. but because she had bpd, I don't think her trauma ever really got addressed properly. I just now got the right dx and treatment. all those years she was locked up for the wrong things. how could her life have been different if they treated her right? would she still be alive today? I know how she felt inside. and I am so very sad for her right now. to have died feeling so lost and alone. and because she was so mean to me with her bpd, I wasn't always there for her. I ignored many of her calls over the years. and now she is gone. and I am hurting.