So I was diagnosed with BPD a couple years ago. Something I've struggled with strongly is my fear of abandonment the most. Relationships are where my problems arise from entirely. When I'm alone and not interested in anybody I'm not happy nor sad but I'm functioning and that's good, I'm focused on myself.
However falling "in love" is like a drug to me. If I'm interested in a guy and hes not into me it doesn't affect me, but if he does like me, and then it progressively goes downhill into me being obsessive (only in my own brain I don't express this to him) I'll think about him 24/7 and the more he expresses hes into me the more obsessive my feelings become. I get overwhelmingly happy and the world becomes this beautiful place, no drug or drink can recreate this amazing feeling.
These situations go two ways:
1. He'll eventually stop talking to me, move on, find someone else
From there I'll become extremely depressed, break down, I wont be able to do anything in my life besides sleep and cry. I would say i would feel lower than low, rock bottom and suicidal. It might take me a month or two to completely recover.
2. We'll get into a relationship
Everything will be good we'll be "in love" expressing intense love for each other, talking 24/7, going out doing things. Then slowly after time maybe 5-8 months I'll lose interest in him, he'll become dull, boring, a burden. Soon everything he does will bother me. Then I break it off and move on and he'll remain obsessive until finally he just stops making contact and leaves me alone. Then I'm left wondering why I was so obsessive to begin with and what did I ever see in him.
Both of these situations are so messed up. I seem like a terrible person but I don't know why I'm like this. It affects my life incredibly.
Right now I'm mutually "in love" with this guy. He says he's in love with me and I trust his feelings, he's far more mature and in control of his emotions. I also feel like I'm in love, truly, but I don't know if its real or not. It certainly feels real but I can't trust my emotions.
We normally talk every night and last night he was busy at work so he never called me, I was freaking out all night having panic attacks, thinking he was hurt, or that he'd never come back or talk to me again. I was genuinely wanting to go to his house. I don't like being this way. Not sure how to handle this anymore. I feel completely out of control. Does anyone else experience this to any degree?