A little bit more about myself

Hey guys! Sorry that I haven't posted for a couple days...I actually just finished up exams for the school year on Saturday, so I was spending a little time getting myself back on track :D It's definitely a relief to be finished for the summer....but waiting for grades is the worst part! Oh well :D So....today I figured I would tell you a little more about my background. I realized that I didn't really say much in the introductory posts, so here goes. I was born into a very abusive family. I have a sneaking suspicion that my mother was borderline as well, but it's never been diagnosed. My mother was and is still an alcoholic to this day. She was also very promiscuous when we were younger. It was a different guy almost every day of the week. There was a background of sexual abuse in the family, not only by the guys that my mother brought into the house, but by an uncle as well. Thankfully, from what I can remember, I was not subject to it, but my two older sisters were, which is sometimes hard to swallow because I wish I could have protected them. There was physical abuse, as well as verbal abuse tossed around in the home as well. Children's Aid came and put us in foster homes just before I turned 8, and I was in foster care up until I turned 18. CAS helped me beyond that, so that I could finish my college diploma which was a huge help. Thankfully, I stayed with a single foster parent for a good eight years before I moved on to other places. That gave me the stability and the teaching I needed, to progress as I have. When I look back, I honestly don't know how I managed to get to this point in my life in one piece. I was a cutter back when I was a teenager, but never anything serious....it was just enough to get my focus off of my problems for a while. Last year I had popped about 8 tylenol on 2 separate occasions (just after I was diagnosed) because I just felt like I couldn't cope, and felt like such a tremendous burden. I saw what it was doing to my husband and it hurt me tremendously. My husband is such a kind and gentle man, and the stress of everything turned him into a bit of a different person at that point. Stress will do that to anyone. After he had to call 911 the second time I popped pills, it then dawned on me that popping pills may not be the best thing to help me cope. I haven't popped pills in over a year which is pretty amazing. I've made amazing progress compared to where I was last year. It's actually surprising how far I've come. I still have my issues though....the borderline thinking is still very much there, and I want to learn how to change my thinking to correct thinking, as opposed to faulty thinking. All a result of the abuse I suffered as a child. I'll be going to anger management classes for 8 weeks starting at the beginning of May, and I'm hoping to make another counselling appointment today. I need the support system....otherwise everything goes wonky. It may take a few years, but I'm going to beat this disorder. I may still have it, but I'm going to have a good life, and I'm not going to let it bring me down. I DESERVE to have a good life.