the fickle finger of fate stops pointing outwardly at others and turns itself to point at your chest- at the area of your heart.
Mmmmh, I must admit that ove rthe last two or so weeks I have aksed myself whether I was a pwBPD too. Could well be a case of fleas, but yes I am looking at my childhood to understand why I opened my heart to m UexBPDgf, because she seemed so "right" yet was completely wrong and bad for me.
I am ready to comfront the demons from the past, especially if it makes me a better person and gets me into healthy relationships.