Today in therapy I realized the exact intersection of PTSD/C-PTSD and BPD: not believing anything anyone says to you, especially if it’s positive.
Therapist: That was really hard, I’m really proud of you.
Me: No it wasn’t I’m defective incapable of being a human being.
Wife: I love you.
Me: No you don’t I’m going to be alone forever broken-hearted.
Literally anyone: I’m not mad at you.
Me: Yes you are everyone is always mad at me I’m a horrible person.