Safety. Always a big word in therapy. I have a good idea of what I need to be safe: Give me a place to live where I don’t have to fear leaving my room. Give me a way to make money that doesn’t kill me with anxiety and exhaustion. Give me a lover who isn’t entangled with an ex. Give me a medication doctor who doesn’t make me feel like a lab rat. Give me proof that people with BPD get better. Give me someone who understands.
