The people who supposedly loved me the most all conspired together to pretty much ruin my life (they committed me for taking ONE PAIN PILL for legit back pain because they "were worried"), and I've been splitting hard on them ever since. Not one of them called the hospital, came to visit, or has contacted me since. It's been TWO MONTHS. So basically I've been alone with my impulsivity and self destruction and I don't give a shit about anything anymore. But I swear to god it'll be a cold day in hell before I make first contact with any of these assholes. The worst part is they blamed the pain pill for my "being emotional" when they KNOW I HAVE BPD and what it means. They've all known me at least 12 years. Any advice for what to do when you're by yourself and you don't want to completely self destruct? I read 3 books in 4 days; I guess the library is my fp now. 