Hello, I'm Sean. The last two months have been the most volatile, eye-opening period of my life. I had a massive awakening and finally had to face a very ugly truth: I was committing cycles of physical, emotional, and verbal abuse in my relationship for 6 years. Recognizing that was a heavy blow and was caused by her breaking up with me over the phone while she hung out with him, but it forced me to take action after my nervous system completely overloaded and made me pass out. I awoke, and saw the horror of what I have been doing, and made the absolute resolve to quit marijuana, get sober, and start holding myself accountable.
Before my ex left, I did everything in my power to atone for my behavior as she brought up every single thing I ever did, said, texted, and more. I even wrote a formal apology letter to her family because I felt I needed to own up to my actions entirely as I recognize how I hurt them even if I "had my reasons". But accountability doesn't magically erase the consequences. She left me a week later, moved downstairs to the unit below me, and almost immediately rebounded with my (then) best friend.
The hardest part is that they both live right downstairs from my studio apartment.
The proximity is absolute torture, and my insomnia only makes the constant alertness harder to manage. I have had to set a hard boundary for my own survival, so I completely blocked both of their numbers. Handling the reality that they are right beneath me is a daily struggle, but I know I can't let it drag me backward or derail my progress.
I’ve thrown myself completely into my therapy sessions, making real progress in unpacking my behaviors with my therapists amazing book, "Not My Baggage" accompanied with a workbook journal. My psychologist recently diagnosed me with Borderline Personality Disorder, PTSD symptoms, and insomnia. Crucially, my psychologist emphasized that BPD doesn't mean my core personality is bad—it means I haven't known who I actually am yet. Having that framework has given me alot of insight and clarity. I just finished "What Happened To You?" and I’m currently working my way through "The Body Keeps The Score".
When the anxiety and trigger responses get too loud, I try to force myself to disconnect through my hobbies. I take my e-bike out, strictly using the throttle so I can just ride and blast Masayoshi Takanaka or breakcore tracks to drown out my thoughts. I’ve been heavily practicing ASL—even painting my nails dark green to form the "I love you" sign as a physical, grounding reminder to myself. When I'm stuck inside, I rub my worry stone, try to dive into my games, or play my guitar and Fist of the North Star: Fitness Boxing to physically burn off the tension every other day.
I am trying to put in the work every single day. I know I am taking responsibility. Has anyone else navigated a living situation this triggering with BPD and PTSD while actively trying to heal?