How I Got Here

Hi there — and welcome to The BPD Chronicles. It’s not the blog I ever planned to write, but it’s the one I needed to create.

I started this space because I was drowning — not all at once, but slowly, over time — trying to love someone with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). If you’re here, you probably know what that feels like: the intense highs, the confusing lows, the way love can feel like both safety and chaos. You know what it’s like to question yourself, to wonder if you’re too much… or not enough.

This isn’t a textbook. It’s not a therapy session. It’s my real life, laid bare on the page. I write about what it’s like to live through the whirlwind — the beautiful moments, the heartbreaking ones, and everything messy in between.

Why I Write

Honestly? I write because I need to. Writing helps me sort through the tangle of emotions — the guilt, the love, the frustration, the fear. It helps me remember who I am when everything else feels unstable.

But I also write for you. For the person reading this late at night, searching for answers or just hoping to feel less alone. I want you to know that your feelings are valid. That you’re not crazy. That it’s okay to struggle, to set boundaries, and to take up space.

We don’t talk enough about what it’s like to be on this side of the relationship — the one constantly adapting, walking on eggshells, loving hard and hurting quietly. So I write to fill that silence. To speak up, so others don’t have to whisper anymore.

What You’ll Find Here

On this blog, I share real stories — mine. Some will probably hit close to home. Others might surprise you. I write about:

Moments so silent yet so loud — the kind of quiet that felt like shouting,
Fights that left us emotionally bruised and possibly questioning our life choices,
And the nights I held on tight anyway, wondering if I was being noble or just plain stubborn.

You’ll also find reflections on what I’ve learned — things like:

How I started setting boundaries without losing myself (spoiler: it involved a lot of deep breaths and gentle no’s),
When I realized I couldn’t “fix” anyone, not even the person I loved most (even though I still try sometimes — old habits die hard),
And how I’m learning to heal, even while still in the thick of it.

There are no perfect answers here. Just honest questions, shared experiences, and a whole lot of heart.

If you’re navigating a relationship affected by BPD — whether you’re still in it, walking away from it, or figuring out what comes next — you belong here.

Welcome. You’re not alone.