I told him all about my BPD. The black and white thinking, how I forgot he loves me the moment he leaves, all about the favorite person phenomenon (him), about the paranoia, about how I used to be incredibly toxic and codependent (pre-diagnosis), about everything. I was terrified, he knew I had BPD, but only knew the surface symptoms (mood swings, high emotions, addiction issues, etc). I feel drained from talking about it, I never have with anyone but a therapist. He said he wanted to go with me to buy a transitional object to help remind me that he loved me when he was gone 🥹 That’s it, I just feel so lucky and wanted to tell everyone to not give up because someone out there will love you for who you are after you do the work to become not toxic.