Do you ever meet people who are just so nice,  have healthy relationships, make amazing friendships, and get along well with everyone and you think they’re great until they tell you they think they have bpd? Then your desire to kill yourself is worse than ever because the only reason you had any hope for yourself was the fact you had bpd and you convinced yourself you were going to get better and be a good person? But now you can’t because it must have never been your bpd in the first place and  you’re just an evil human being? And then you start seeing all your favorite people befriending them and your therapists who struggled with you loving them and being so proud of all the work they’re doing and you just want to die?