so, i’ve been going through a sort of bad bout of BPD symptoms after moving in with my boyfriend a couple of months ago, and it’s led to us having lots of arguments about the level of attention he’s giving me (i work from home and he’s home often so i feel like he should always be giving me affection even if we are both busy/he wants to do something by himself). i started a new stretch of therapy shortly after moving here (twice a month, so not as often as i’d like) and i feel like this week it’s finally starting to sink in a bit and i’ve been able to corral my spiraling thoughts and slow myself down just enough that we can go a few days without me getting irrationally sad. on one hand, it seems so pathetic to be excited about just a couple of “good days” in a row, but i know you all probably know how difficult even getting a few days can be. hopefully this isn’t one of those things where i’m overzealous about getting better right before shit hits the fan, but i feel really proud of myself for even finding such a small level of control that i don’t really care.