I feel like I have no one. My parents refuse to accept that I need help. They think I just need to motivate myself to be better. My husband is very controlling, and I see it, but I have no one else. I would have enough to pay for my kids and I to live, but I know he would fight me for my kids, and he would win with my history. I keep blaming myself, because he wasn't like this until I lost our second home, so I feel like maybe he did love me at once, but the bipolar and BPD have made him change. I've been cutting this morning, and I haven't done that in weeks, but until I can start my meds it's the only coping mechanism I have...