krazyside.livejournal.comJust been reading bits of textbooks about BPD and Melanie Klein as it relates to my symptoms (night horrors and panic attacks that keep me from getting a good nights sleep) and things my shrink has told me. It's so fucking depressing, as it all seems to indicate that I'm completely fucked. According to Klein it's quite likely that I have no real personality, just a series of exterior shells that process reality in a comforting but ultimately horrific and endless repetition of past events. A shell which manages, or tries to, by giving me endless meaningless little hobbies and tasks to complete, endless littler jigsaws to do as I wait around to die.
Fuck. I need a drink.