I just dug this book out of my box of old books that was buried in the far corner of our spare bedroom (we recently moved).

I was just flippig back thru it, and I ended up reading the story about Elizabeth, chapter 5 - page 83.

The first few pages of her story are exactly like my life. EXACTLY. Up until the abuse part....which never happened to me. But the rest is shockingly familiar to my own life.

I'm almost in tears now. Two years ago someone on another message board (babycenter) told me about Borderline. I had never even heard of it, but the first moment I read about it, I just KNEW that was it.

But then...why did it take me this long to finally accept that this is waht I have, I can't fix it on my own, and somewhere out there I NEED TO FIND a psych who can help me.