Living with Borderline Personality Disorder

I have a fantastic therapist, her name is Colleen. I couldn’t ask for a better person to help me through life. I couldn’t ask for someone to care about me the way she does.

In one breath, I love her to death and in the other, she drives me crazy. I hate the way she calls me out on my bullshit and I hate how hard she makes me work and I hate how she knows more about me than I know about myself.

Colleen is one of those people that doesn’t give up; no matter how challenging and frustrating I may be, she doesn’t give up. My last therapist left me at a restaurant so dealing with Colleen is a huge difference and it’s a difference that I am not used to.

I have Borderline Personality Disorder, so I have a lot of issues with learning how to balance relationships, whether personal or professional. I have to learn how to be a person that can deal with sitting in the silence and being able to be my own best friend.

Last week was a really hard week for me because my balance was way off and I was relying on Colleen to basically help me breathe. It was so debilitating for myself and for my family and for Colleen. I don’t know how to describe how I felt but it’s like being a kid and needing a parent to guide you. That was exactly how I treated Colleen; like a mom and I was the child needing constant attention. I am not proud of that and in fact, it’s humiliating to rethink life in a different way; granted, it’s only been a week, but it’s a week that makes me proud.

Colleen is really good at keeping the boundaries to a client-therapist relationship. However, being me, I see those boundaries as she hates me because of my disorder. When Colleen pulls back from me to keep those boundaries firm, it’s hard for me to not feel rejected. It doesn’t feel good but in all the lessons that she teaches me, the lesson always has a light at the end. Nothing lasts forever and she always says, ‘this too shall pass.’ God, I hate that because I don’t believe her but here I am not having to contact her and not worried that she hates me because I am not in the forefront of her mind.

In this horrible lesson, and I mean horrible because of my distorted thinking, it has been a blessing. I do want someone that cares about me like a parent would care for their child but our relationship can never be that. She reassures me that even though I have transference issues (feeling like she is a mom figure to me), it’s normal. However, I realize that last week was too much for both of us and I feel bad that I became that client.

And even though I feel bad, I realize it’s not my fault and Colleen is able to teach me lessons in life and give me self confidence to realize that I am 100% capable to be an adult but the key to this, is to believe in myself and know that I am capable of breathing without her knowing about it.

Being a Borderline, in therapy is hard because I want so much from my therapist; and I want so much from every relationship. I didn’t get what I wanted- I didn’t get a parent but I have a mentor and a therapist that won’t give up on me. Relying on myself is hard and I feel like this is the first time in a long time that I had to do it and I can’t tell you how proud I am of myself.

I am learning skills to help me through life and as much as I scoff at the skills sometimes they are amazing when they are used correctly and used all the time. Imagine that?

Being in my position is hard and it’s exhausting; literally exhausting. Using skills to try to be a normal person and live a normal life is hard and frustrating but I am starting to see that I am perfectly capable to do it on my own. I am not saying I won’t have hard moments or moments of weakness but right now, in this moment, I feel like I am capable.

Colleen, thank you for believing in me and never giving up. I know what you do isn’t easy but you are an amazing therapist and I don’t know where I would be if it wasn’t for you pushing me continuously.

You have been extremely supportive, even when the lessons are hard to learn. I hate that you call me out on my bullshit but, I see now, that you have to do that so I can learn how to be a better person. You are teaching me how to be a capable person and that is something I can honestly say that I am proud of and I usually am not proud of anything that I do. Yes, for me, this is a big deal. I don’t care if it’s a week or a year; it has to do with the little steps that you are teaching me and I feel like this time, I am going to make amazing strides with you by my side.

Until next time,

Thank you for teaching me how to breathe again


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I am a mother of three small children with a wonderful husband. Having children is not as simple as black and white. Having kids is black, white and crazy. I hope you enjoy my blog of my crazy escapades.

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