i would be lying if i said i didn’t live for my borderline personality and psychosis. Sometime’s i panic about recovery, because its like letting go of an arm or a leg, it is a part of you that makes you who you are. I worry that without it i wont be able to function, that if i was left to my own raw thoughts i would immediately hibernate and just run away from myself in a desperate attempt to retrieve my lost limb, my other half.