Yeah, abandonment. I thought I had BPD for a long time; still kind of do, but my T disagrees, so I defer to her wisdom. Plus, I'm getting to the point where I don't really care what the diagnosis is - as Popeye says "I yam what I yam, and that's alls what I yam."

Abandonment is absolutely the epicenter of my existence. Trace - you're right. I like to be alone, but only when I know there is someone out there. I hate being alone, but I am more comfortable that way (not healthy, just familiar).

I'm going to a bad place, so I'm cutting this short. Late night therapy with Dr. Coors. He's very light and has a bubbly personality, although sometimes he can be a bit bottled up. I think he grew up in the Rocky Mountains...Please tip your servers. I'm here all week.