I started therapy a few months ago, which is where I started to unravel all the threads and realize I have BPD. Overall, I feel like the therapy is helping, even if (or perhaps because) it forces me to look at myself in an honest light and uncover uncomfortable truths. 

And yet...now that I’m finally able to step back and observe how I act, I’m so unhappy. I feel so flawed because those flaws - my emotional lability, shaky sense of self, impulsivity, overwhelming need for approval and affirmation, intense anxieties and phobias - are all I see. My husband and I communicate well and I logically know he’s happy in the marriage, but I don’t see how he could be. I’m worried that he’s secretly unhappy and growing away from me because I’m such an exhausting jerk. 

DAE find that therapy has made things worse before making them better? I know this is just part of the journey and the process but Jesus Christ. 