So today I am going to a therapy sesh with my best friend, and... I am genuinely scared af. I have no reason to be scared, really. They have seen me at my worst, and they are still here, and they said they still love me, many times. Today is about actually deep diving into my BPD and starting to set the foundation for (hopefully) managing it, since it seems to be getting worse, much worse. Today my ther\*pist is going to see how I actually am, 100% when it's bad, since right now it's really bad. I am hoping for good results today, and I am so fucking grateful for my best friend. So uh... wish me luck for today if you would like.