I am completely heartbroken. Today was my last session with my therapist after two and a half years, as I will be moving out of state in just a few days. We exchanged small gifts and letters that were very meaningful, but now I just feel lost. How will I ever find someone like him again. He was a beacon of light in the darkness, and I shared so much of myself with him. It seems silly, but it really feels like a part of me died today. Relationships are hard for people with BPD, and this just solidifies how much they affect me. Why must I be so broken?