Like many people who‘ve found out they or a loved one have BPD, I came across Reiland‘s memoir pretty early in my research. The first 2/3rds are pretty harrowing, as Reiland unapologetically presents some awful behavior.
I am torn by how much I enjoyed her story overall and how much I want to call shenanigans on some of it. I don‘t want to discount her experience, but there are times where her circumstances seem too convenient. ⬇️