I can validate why I feel the way I do. It doesn't help though. Its as if it only pisses me off further. But I can't do this any longer. Each day the loneliness gets even loneliar, the voice gets more soft, the marks increase over the body and I know its the borderline within but I feel rejected by my T. A part let her read from the journal and since then my T has been going over boundaries and when the parts are allowed at session. I could write a book about who I apparently am but who cares. I have distorted thinking, I have parts interpreting things, I have some parts that hold body pain, I feel rejected by both my parents, I have no real friends but one but still shield info, my marriage is suffocating and a daily struggle, my kid thinks less of me, I isolate as much as possible, I'm afraid of a lot, and over and over I hear I'm the only one who can do the work. I've failed too many times. I wonder what it'd take for someone in the daily life to listen to me, not be scared or put off by me, and doesn't leave.