BPD feels like a curse. The other day, Saturday I messed up, I did something stupid, went back into a old bad habit of mine. I had to get medical help for it, I felt humiliated, and ashamed. When I came back home I had to reap what I had sown, my partner was very upset with me, which was understandable. As were my family. I was sure at this point I lost everything, my partners trust and possibly him altogether, my parents, and my job I hadn’t even started. Today was ok, but I’m scared, it’s only a matter of time until my mind tries to destroy me again. I’m not sure why I’m writing this. I’m just afraid.