This is for those of you who are hurting.
Until about a year ago, I was where many of you are. I was there for a long time. So long in fact that I could not fathom the concept that it would ever get better.
It DID get better. It got so, so much better.
I am here to tell you -- no, to PROMISE you, to shake your shoulders until I know you believe it -- your time in hell is finite. I know it might be crippling right now. If you're anything like I was, you might feel completely powerless over your life right now. You might still blame yourself or still struggle with guilt at the belief that somehow this is your fault. I don't remember BPD terminology anymore (and soon neither will you), but I believe the term is fleas.
I was married to my BPD abuser for three years. I was also not the one who left the marriage. I would have left, of course, had I not been so beaten down and brainwashed into believing I was the only one with the problem. When I began to educate myself about what was truly going on, and started enforcing boundaries, my ex bolted with no warning. The turn of events that unfolded after that is too bizarre to be believed, so I'll spare you, but like the rest of you, I didn't know which way was up. My self esteem was completely shattered and I didn't care to socialize or even take care of myself. I was paralyzed with worry over what our mutual friends would think about me or whose side they would take.
The best moment of my life so far is the moment I realized I was on the other side of hell. It came at a completely unexpected and mundane moment, but it came from within me. Your moment will come from within you too. In fact, it's already there, waiting for you to discover it.
You will never look at the world the same way again. You will realize you are SO much stronger than this person made you feel or believe. And once you're on the other side of hell, there's no going back because you will know you are unshakable. Friends will be puzzled at the source of your happiness, because you didn't get it from another person, or win the lottery. You are simply happy. You will skip and mean it.
Life will still happen of course, and stuff will be sucky sometimes, but you know with everything you are that you'll be able to handle it. Even when the BPD person pops up again with the same old antics -- which they will -- you will see it for what it is and get back to focusing on the only thing that matters: YOU. The knowledge that this person no longer has power over you and never will again is ingrained and it's so comforting.
Trust me, I would have rolled my eyes at this a year ago. I usually did when I read a "success story" here, because I was convinced that my own story was somehow the exception, that no one's experience had been as earth-shattering as mine was. But we're all going through minor variations of the same hell.
One quote that I wish I would have seen back then:
"The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is."
God speed, friends.
P.S. You'll be pleasantly surprised at how the mutual friends thing turns out. All the real ones aren't mutual anymore. They're just yours.
