Love under BPD feels electric and unstable. Intense highs collapse into despair without warning. Yet in naming the chaos, the author finds hope, understanding, and connection.

Far too many of us see standing out and being true to who we are as an act that's too heavy to bear. So we convince ourselves that "good enough" is happiness and that "safe" leads to satisfaction. But easy rarely ever leads to true fulfilment.

And the old escapism lies dead.