I’m so sorry. You got better and your siblings pulled the stool out from under you. You got up twice, and you’re still pushing on. Helping others nonetheless. Are you ready to embroider “Rockstar” onto your favorite plain T yet? I don’t need to explain anything to you that you don’t already know. I’m pissed off at the fact that you were treated so poorly. I’m so very happy to know that you refuse to quit. I said in a post a while back that if the

hit the fan, this is the first place I’d turn to. Well, after my best friend. You all are strong and have been through so much only to have the resilience to help others. You rock my face off! Anyway, let’s get back to it.
I just posted about BPD/NPD and how it’s basically impossible to crack that code. You know, my parents are dead. It’s terrible to feel this way, but I’m glad that they are. I’m sorry that you have to deal with this. You’ve paid your dues.