So I spent the weekend with my parents. My mum admitted that I made her feel like a bad mother when I told her about BPD. She thinks it’s her fault. It’s not. It’s no one’s fault. Not even mine, even though it took me years to realize it.
I tried to make it better by religious her I loved her and that it wasn’t her fault. I told her that it was just something I was working on.
She wants me to “just get over it,” but we all know it doesn’t work that way. I just don’t want to feel like a disappointment anymore.
Evan
borderline problems 