Been really confused lately. I thought i could keep the bpd relaspe to myself, but depression isnt easy to cover up. People at work could see i was acting different. I was in my world, pushing everyone away, splitting. I hated my bf so much and wanted to leave, but it was all me, me thinking in black and white, everything he said i turned into a negative and convienced myself he didnt love me, until of course he said maybe you should leave if your not happy. No no no i cant leave, abandoment - complete turn around from hate to idealisation anything to stay.
Now he has read up on bpd after finding out i was on prozac he is so annoyed that i couldnt trust him and that i told my boss at work i was on pills and not him.
Now everything is my fault but i never asked to have bpd! I cant help being ashamed to be like this and wanting to hide it from him and the world.
Just want to go back into my world where i cant see i am hurting people and where no one can hurt me. All my posts over the last month wanted to get back to reality, now im back i dont like it! There is comfort in my world, dont have to face the real world.
Is this making any sence to anyone? In an hour or so time i probably wont make any sence of what i have written myself!
I suppose my problem may be that i seek the love you see in films because i dont really know what love is so i want somthing that is not real, or is it? What is love?
Maybe i am really just insane