Uh, I'm new here, but this is kinda why I'm here. I'll elaborate a little more.
I'm sure this sounds familiar, but I've had over the say 5 years a 2 year relationship, with a GF who actually WAS cheating on me, a fair bit. I stayed with it, because I figured she'd change. Looking back I know I probably was really difficult to handle, I was ultra paranoid, I checked her FB and phone constantly (so that's how I found out about her cheating, no paranoia, straight fact) and I blew up routinely. So was it the chicken or the egg which came first? I dunno. But she did say "You're ######6 nuts, you have bi-polar or something!" But the sex was great, so we kept getting back together.
Now to the more relevant part:
My most recent ex, I met a few year back. She was a freshman (in university) and I was 5 years her senior. Originally she came over for sex and what not, but I ended up (already really physically attracted) getting attached and keeping her at arms length. Eventually I went away to Montreal for a weekend and she notice I packed a condom when I had gotten back. She pretty much bailed, but stayed in contact until my incessant texts, calls and e-mails (in oscillating love you/hate you tone) forced her to change her number (she was in another relationship by that point.) Two years later, she FBs me, we discover we've both missed each other and re-kindle.
By this point she's working at shelters, she's working with people who experience hallucinations and delusions, and generally very mad-friendly, and pro madness. She's REALLY trustworthy, and exactly who I wanted to be with (perhaps a saviour figure or someone really safe? She's really sexy and cute too). But having said all that, I ended up getting really paranoid, making accusations and under strong abandonment fears having rage-fits. Obviously she left me promptly after my last rage fit.
So right now since the breakup, I was diagnosed BPD by a seemingly uniterested psychiatrist (Oddly enough, I asked her about a day at work, she mentioned a participant who had BPD, I asked what it was, and I was like a deer in a headlights as she told me about it, hoping she wouldn't realize that she was describing ME. I owe it to her for not just seeking help but shedding a little light). I called to the point of having my number blocked, she moved so I couldn't mail her or show up at her door. Blocked me on FB. NO CONTACT, and trust me... I've tried.
As for me? Well, at first I started drinking, but I knew I didn't want to rely on it and end up having an extra problem. But I still do after tough days cause it lets me pass out. Otherwise I'm eating Benadryl and Melatonin (I try to take care of myself, I refuse meds categorically after Ritalin in school) and still my mind will not shut up with the conversations I'm pre-planning that will never even happen and scenarios that are completely the workings of my imagination.
I'm not looking for work, don't even want to think about having to get up let alone have to be up to go to work and put on a face and get focused on the task at hand. Sitting at home reading all the BPD basics, Get Me Out of Here, Buddha and the Borderline, Sometimes I act Crazy, Borderline PD Survival Guide, etc... I'm obsessing over her, panicking over my own self-induced situations in my head. Knowing she won't talk to me is KILLING me, I get really overwhelmed. I start bawling WHILE working out. That's ###$ up. I started cutting simply because I gave up pot, don't want to become an alcoholic, have no one I trust to tell about my diagnoses and my unstable and irrational behavior. I started smoking again even though quitting made me really proud.
Worst of all, everything has to do with HER. I hate it. ###$ ###$ ###$ ###$ ###$. Part of me wants to enter treatment just to be like "See, I'm in treatment, it's all good so take me back, right?" Urgh.
And yeah. I've looked into treatment. Finally told my mom tonight about BPD. She agreed she'd fund me to get into a private clinic knowing the eternity is can be waiting to get into *mod edit* the local hospital. Hoping I'm not BPD, pretty sure I am. And really, just hoping that one day I can buck these stupid abandonment fears and all the dumb $#%^ it brings with it, and manage a healthy loving relationship where I'm not wholly dependent, and that if it ends my life doesn't just grind to a halt. Feeling confident and good about myself would be nice too.