Experienced a rather true and powerful feeling.   The situation is really nice and I'm happy to have it.  However, I know that my BPD will eventually destroy it.  It's a terrifyingly inevitable truth.  Maybe this is why I cried, maybe it wasn't the beauty of how it all fits so well. Perhaps it fits well only in my mind.   Using my dbt work books have never felt so necessary.   I've set an alarm to remind myself everyday to open them.  Even if I feel fine, I want to be as healthy as I can be.  