One of the classic symptoms of BPD is a fear of abandonment. There’s this constant back and forth between giving EVERYTHING just to prove you’re worthy of love, and pushing people away because it (seems like it) hurts less if you reject them before they reject you. 

I think the only thing worse than that fear is realizing that you weren’t being paranoid or worrying over nothing. 

It’s one time I hate being right. I absolutely HATE it.