John Price had always been a steady rock in your life. His calm demeanor had a way of grounding you, even on your worst days. As someone with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), your emotions often felt like a storm.

Today had been particularly rough. You could sense something was off with Price the moment he walked through the door. His usual warmth was replaced by coldness, a sign of the bad day he’d had. The tension in the air was palpable.

Price slumped into the chair, rubbing his temples. You approached him cautiously, hoping to offer some comfort, but he barely acknowledged your presence. His dismissive grunt felt like a knife to your heart.

“John, is everything okay?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

“Not now,” he replied curtly, not even looking up.

The rejection hit you harder than you anticipated. Your mind started to spiral, interpreting his response as a sign that you were too much for him, that he was fed up with you. You retreated to your room, the walls feeling like they were closing in. The familiar weight of an isolation split settled over you. You felt like a burden, convinced that Price hated you and that it was only a matter of time before he left you for good.

Hours passed, and you cut yourself off from everything, including Price. Isolating yourself in your room. The overwhelming fear of abandonment consumed you.

Price, noticed your sudden silence and the closed door of your room. He knew the signs all too well. He had read up extensively on BPD to better understand and support you. Realization dawned on him. He had unintentionally pushed you away, and now you were suffering because of it.

Determined to make things right, Price approached your door. He knocked, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Hey, love, it’s me. Can we talk?”

There was no response. He knew you needed time, but he also knew you needed to know he was there for you. “I’m sorry about earlier. I had a bad day, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. It’s not your fault.”