To Kristin, Sara and Alessandra. Thanks you so much for your caring replies. I'm feeling a little better today. I took my meds last night and slept a disgusting 12 hours
however it wasn't lack of sleep that caused the issues in the first place. Things just seem to trigger me and sometimes for no apparent reason. It can be a sad end to a movie and it rekindles the saddness in my heart. I might be triggered like I was recently when I was reading about how this girl with BPD was in the right era, at the right place and found the right doctor to treat her and make her well. I was triggered because that's just never going to happen to me. Then I felt guilty because I became angry that it was her and never going to be me.
I'm currently working on a Kindle book entitled The Dialectical Behaviour Therapy Workbook, but finding it difficult to go through the program alone. The facilitator of our self help group said to start (in my case) with emotions and work through that part, but this is such a self defeating disorder. I get all enthused, only to have all the negative thoughts reemerge the next day and everything I've tried to put into practice goes right out the window. And I'm old. Too old to still have this blasted condition. I've learned over the years how to bottle up my emotions, well, usually, but it ruined my entire life long before I even knew what it was called. I've been treated for so many things, which is common amongst those with BPD, but in the back of my mind I have this little voice saying...... "what's the point of even trying to stay alive. You're too old now to make a life for yourself and you've done too much damage!"
As to how I've survived in the past, I have few friends, but a call to them does help. One has been especially enduring and has put up with a lot of my sh!t over the years. I'm just waiting for a call from her as I type. I know she'll make me feel better, but sometime she warns me that it can only be a short call because she has someone coming over. Naturally I then become suspicious and think she's just trying to fob me off and that can set me back into suicide mode again.
I think the thing that helps me most is to get off my butt and go do something physical....... bring up a couple of barrow loads of wood to the veranda in readiness for the cooler months, fill in a drainage ditch I finally got around to digging and laying a pipe in after at least 5 years of procrastinating about it or picking up my guitar and playing a few miserable cords. There's nobody to hear my mistakes out here
Unfortunately, as was the case last night, one of my maladaptive survival skills is to self harm, but it helps temporarily and is often enough to get me over the hump.
I'd just like to say too, that I sometimes see people on here who are in dire straits and I just don't know how to respond. I'm so mindful of saying the wrong thing because of my tendency to analyse every little word, every little bit of body language and I'm just terrified of saying the wrong thing. So if I see someone suffering and somebody else has already responded in splendid fashion, then I tend to sit back and not say anything, but rest assured that I'm always here and holding your hand in a spiritual sense.
Thanks again to everybody. I immediately felt better when I read your comments. You have served to make my day a lot brighter. I'll be ok for at least today.