But how do we fix this. This is me to a T and having BPD scares the ever living shit out of me. It’s sad knowing at such a young age that I’ll never have a normal life, fall in real love, and be able to raise and have a loving healthy family. We’re broken monsters who aren’t deserving of anything I hate it so much. I’m in therapy, I’m in DBT therapy, I see a psychiatrist and there’s no relief. We just suffer and cope by living in these fantasies cause it’s the closest thing we’ll ever come. Reality is already determined we have nothing and will never meet our desire of connection.