You list all that you have accomplished: clarifying my diagnosis, getting me on the NDIS, getting me into Spectrum.
“Is there anything we’ve missed?” you ask me. “Is there anything else you need?”
“I need you,” would be the honest answer, but I do not let it escape my lips.
As you summarise your progress, it sounds as though you’re wrapping up our time together. You don’t see a need for you anymore. Pain builds inside me like a tsunami, yet no tears reach the shore.
“Are you trying to get rid of me from this service?” is all that comes out.
You tell me there are no plans to finish up with me in the immediate future. It is not the answer my mind is looking for. I need you in my life not just in the immediate future, but forever. Tell me you will stay with me forever. Continue reading “Life inside the BPD mind”