“But there comes a point when you can no longer hide who you are, and the reactions of others become all too familiar: they are afraid of you, have grown tired of you, unable to put up with the bottomless pit of your need and despair. You become disillusioned with them for being unable to do so, and the good old borderline “splitting” comes into play: they are mean, you are bad, everything is one way or the other and you have no more options than you did in the place from which you ran.”

— Stacy Pershall, from “Loud in the House of Myself.”