One of my counselors suggested that I wasn’t the person with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), my mother was. That was a couple of weeks ago. The idea has rattled around in my brain and, on Thursday, I picked up a copy of “Surviving a Borderline Parent”. Yeah.
I’ve called my mother evil. I’ve labeled her as selfish. I struggled to understand how she could have done all the things that she did. But I never really considered that her behaviour could be the result of serious mental illness. How odd. I was ready to label myself mentally ill, but not my mother.
It’s one of those moments when how you see everything changes. I think now I can begin to forgive her.