so the trip was good and bad...good in the sense earlier i used to think bpd makes me special like i'm some sort of ayn rand hero. but when i was climbing the mountain n was about to fall...i realized that bpd or depression doesnt make me special.
i sort of wish i had gone on this trip after the nervous breakdown. there were nice people n horrible people i met on the trip. i made some friends, also got diarrhoea, vomitted in bus, got scammed to pay more for hotel and food, stayed for free at a religious place, returned the favor by serving food.
solo trip does help with the alter egos. as in when i was climbing mountain n in pain, then none of the alter egos came to help me.
the intrusive thoughts were scary...especially at night...i cried all nights.
i really cannot get over the sexual abuse. i cannot get over all the random sex acts that i indulged in. i feel super ashamed of them. i dont know what to do of that.