My BPD definitely got the best of me today. It's crazy how quickly my mood will just do a complete 180. It was mainly because I ran out of my benzos, though, because when my husband and I were together, he always took half of my script for himself. So naturally, I ran out about 2 weeks early, and benzo withdrawal in combination with my BPD makes me go from normal and content one minute (I would even say somewhat happy) to absolutely fucking miserable. I thought that I finally started winning against this fucked up disorder. A lot of my symptoms, compared to when I was first diagnosed at 19 (I'm 32 now), have subsided quite a bit. I'm not longer suicidal, for one thing...despite even the break-up with my husband, which would make most people with BPD go into a suicidal tailspin. But I'm actually okay for the most part, and dealing with it, and still trying to live my life. I'm no longer trying to get high to escape my emotions, especially without my husband constantly triggering me. I haven't self-harmed for a long time. And I'm getting better with a lot of my insecurities....but the fucking mood swings, like, I don't know...I just can't sometimes. They still really get to me. Granted, like I said, this was also partially due to the lack of my medication, but it's still just too fucking much. And then when I do suddenly feel miserable as fuck, I'm inside my head, thinking way too much, and get confused as fuck about what my "real" feelings are about things. Like, for example, this new guy I've been seeing, do I really like and care about him or this just my BPD because I'm afraid of being alone and miserable and impulsively chasing that exciting "rush" of a new relationship? And do I even know who the hell I am without someone else helping to validate my worth? I don't know, it's like...some things seem to have gotten better and other things don't seem to be changing. And if I do really care about this guy, how the hell do I make sure that I don't make the same mistakes I've made in my previous relationship? How do I make sure that I don't fuck up a good thing by being...well, me. He doesn't even know I have BPD. I didn't want to tell him because I was afraid it might scare him off. I don't know, like, I've always been open about it with people, but that never seems to end well, so I thought maybe it would be best if he just doesn't know. But then if my symptoms start to manifest, he's going to figure it out anyway. Well, maybe not necessarily the BPD part, but definitely that something is wrong with my fucking brain. I don't fucking know, I'm just talking a bunch of shit that might not even make sense at this point.