Reading stories on BPD that I found while trying to find a good psychologist or something here in Sydney, and I am crying because a) most of these people are adults talking about their husbands/wives who unfortunately weren’t diagnosed as young as I, and b) because they love them so much that even though they are finding it so hard to get help from the mental health system (biggest joke imo), they just keep trying and keep sticking by their loved ones.