after years and years are so much emotional distress that i couldn’t handle it anymore, i finally cried to my mom in the midst of a mental breakdown; i finally acknowledged to her that i have an eating disorder and need help. i told her i have a drug dependency and need help. i told her that my bpd is getting harder to manage and i need help. it’s so, so terrifying. i’m so scared, but i know this is for the best.