and I felt suicidal almost as soon as I got home. I was there for a few days and my mood was so good they said I could go home and come back next week for an appointment. What a joke. As soon as I walk in the door, my husband started getting on my case because I should've insisted on staying and because he emailed my doctor insisting that I have borderline personality disorder and my doctor (nor my psychiatrist) doesn't agree with him. He then went through this list he printed off the internet saying he and his mom went over all the reasons I had bpd while I was in the hospital. Ugh. Why do I even bother? I have two kids (2 years and 10 months). I keep thinking that if I commit suicide soon enough my husband can get a new wife and raise them like normal people. I don't even know what he wants from me. I was crying within minutes of walking int the door and my 2 year old son was imitating me and telling my husband that "mommy's crying." I can't handle this. I'm messing up my kids and my husband thinks I'm a psycho.