It's really sad, I guess. The moment you wake up and your world has changed. My world changed this weekend. I finally see it for what it is, and no fantasy world can save me. BPD is like a bad habit. I am tired of fantasy worlds, but at the same time, I do miss them because at least I was safe there. Reality is excruciating.
My mother passed away, and some other things happened. I have realized that I am no longer safe. I have no one to protect me, and I have to fight for myself. Instead of worrying about finishing my degree, I'm worrying about how I will ever begin to have enough money to have a place to live. Giving up therapy is not an option. This coming April, I will have to pay $65/week to stay in therapy. That's $260 a month, and even while I am working, I cannot sustain those costs if you figure in not only medication that keeps me alive, but possible necessary psychiatric medication I might be prescribed next month. I have insurance through my university, but that only pays so much. Even if I had a roommate, I couldn't afford even $400/month if I wanted to. I would have to quit therapy and skip the drugs, neither of which are an option because they are/will be keeping me alive as well.
I have tried to think of ways to stay with one family member. She has betrayed me. I try to think of reasons to stay, but I don't know if I can do it anymore. Is it worth feeling like this all the time in order to have a home?
Maybe it is. But I don't know if I can do it.
I'm really, sincerely considering finding a way out. I really don't know any other way to avoid the pain. Either way, I am either at "home" with this family member and constantly feel unsafe (and might actually be so, tbh), or I go without therapy to have my own place. It's a lose/lose situation.
I've tried to attack this from different angles. These ARE my only options, besides death. That's looking very enticing.
I have seen the one person who would need me, and they will be okay. Sad? Sure. But okay. They will have people to take care of them.
Normally, I'd run to my therapist if I felt like this. But just yesterday we have a bit of a tiff. I call her too much and I annoy her. She's been concerned about how much I call. She obviously doesn't want me. I've been betrayed and abandoned even by her. I don't know if I can ever be in the same place I was before she told me that I am annoying sometimes.
I just need to find a way. I can't go through this anymore.