This isn’t just about BPD, but it relates to a lot of the issues that I experience because of it.

The hardest lesson I’ve ever had to learn is that people don’t have to be there for you. I learned this in high school; I had a best friend who often helped me out because I had a rough home life, and after we had a brief falling out after graduation, I stopped hearing from her very often. I relied on her for a lot of emotional support, and it was really hard for me to lose that right as I was entering college. 

The gist of this post is that I had to learn the hard way that nobody owes me anything. When I’m upset or depressed and have a problem, it’s my job to take care of it and handle myself, not anyone else’s. I have friends that I can reach out to in order to talk about normal things that come up, but my issues are my issues and I know now as an adult that I can’t put them on anyone else. 

Now whenever I’m having a panic or a breakdown I have to make a conscious effort not to text people and overshare my problems, so I guess that’s an improvement.