So I am at home, just me and my shoe-lovin' sparkle-wearing, pink enthusiast. Watching season 1, part 1 of She-ra on DVD.
I went out with one of my BFFs today. Just for a quick drive and a chat.
Over the years, she has been one of the best people at getting me to
leave the house, even if it's just been for a 5 minute drive to breathe
the air outside after hiding out indoors after X amount of days.
At my very worst, she was great about getting my son to and from school because I could not bear to leave the house.
She goes grocery shopping with me so I don't freak out/ give up and go
home because having that supportive friend with me really helps.
I actually just realized the other day that we met before my son turned 2.
That means we've known each other for over 8 years (since I think the kids were about 18 months when we met).
I just told her about this blog today. She has a lot of experience with
people with bpd but although she knows of my recent diagnosis, I wasn't
sure that might have any sort of impact on our
It's the same worry I have with all my closest friends (unless they have bpd - LOL!)
I know in the past on occasion when I vent that there have been times
where I have said something followed by, "You know what I mean?" And
have been met with a funny look and a slightly awkward, "No."
Then I'd brush it off and try to give a less odd example and try to make
whatever I had tried to share/express sound more "normal."
And now I have completely lost my train of thought. Crap.
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