Everything has been going so well.
I realized that borderline for me was just a massive exaggeration of reality.
These are just automatic responses carved by my childhood, it would make me have these horrible automatic responses to mundane things, where I would spiral for months or days, in horrible emotional pain thinking about how much I ruined things or how I should run away.
Using all of the information I've accumulated about psychology throughout the years
I've been able to make slow consistent progress
I'm no longer under so much shame and stress, it was a very long process.
It's this constant battle between my rational brain and my irrational brain.
I'm just so happy that progress is possible.
I always thought I would be screwed forever.
Underneath all of the pain is just a child who just wants a friend.