Accept me as I am. Accept that there are reasons I behave and feel the way I do, accept that my level of control waxes and wanes. Accept that I'm doing the best with what I've got. Accept that these monsters are mine and will be along for the ride.


We can't force anyone to accept nor wait for them to understand, we may as well spend our time waiting for santa or the tooth fairy.


Seems like you need a cooling off period. Find ways to channel your anger constructively (cleaning, singing etc, whatever floats your boat) instead of perpetuating this cycle with your son.


Practice opposite actions,for example, when I want to textually harass my bf and spew venom via fingertips, I pause, breath, and choose to switch off my phone and put it in my cupboard instead.


Been practicing for two years and its still not easy, but the results are more satisfying than an unnecessary argument, a break up or a broken phone.


And the results is the reminder, the incentive, to keep at it, no matter how tempting it is to give in to my nature.


First take a timeout, then decide what to do. Our (BPD) worst enemy is often action before any actual thought process has occurred. __________________

I need what I have always needed and what it has always been wrong to hope for or need or want.

What I should do is finally accept my mother was right and deal with it.

The problem is I love my family very much but no one will ever know.

I probably try harder than most people do, not sure but from what I know

I try hard and yet those who don't try are as you say accepted as they are.

Obviously when I am screaming at someone I am not trying hard for them to see I love them.

But I get angry because no one cares.

And yes I can't make someone care but I also can't make me not care that no one loves me.

No one accepts me as I am

I am supposed to be wind up chatty cathy doll

Is there any other disease where people hate you so much for having it.

My son and I finally agree on something. We both wish I was dead.