Before my life collapsed, I had a foundation I was grateful for: a two-bedroom apartment and the joy of full custody of my now 11-year-old daughter. However, I also live with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). While I was managing, this condition made me highly vulnerable to intense emotions, fear of abandonment, and the instability that comes with destructive relationships. It was when I met my now ex-boyfriend that my life began to unravel. My vulnerability and BPD struggles made me susceptible to his influence. I started engaging in activities I wouldn't normally do and became criminally entangled due to his actions. His bad decision was the direct trigger, leading to the systematic loss of everything, my HUD assistance and my apartment, my animals, and the devastating necessity of my daughter moving three hours away to live with her father. In a desperate attempt to hold onto stability, I moved five hours away with him. But this new life only intensified the crisis. The relationship quickly became defined by emotional and mental abuse, a pattern that is particularly damaging when struggling with BPD. The isolation of being five hours from my support system and three hours from my daughter deepened my feeling of being trapped. The final act was a complete emotional wipeout. On November 8th (the day before my birthday). He and his mother dropped me off at my little brother's house in my hometown under false pretenses. Just 10 minutes later, he ended the relationship via text, blocked me, and vanished, leaving me stranded. All of my personal belongings remain in his possession, five hours away, but I have chosen to maintain "no contact," prioritizing my survival and mental health over recovering my possessions. Being abandoned triggered the intense fear and distress associated with my BPD, making the physical hardship unbearable. I was immediately reliant on friends' couches, but I felt like a terrible burden everywhere I went. My pain was compounded by my own family's rejection. My siblings never offered me shelter. It was a cold dismissal that affirmed I was on my own. I feel so lost and alone without my daughter, even though I know she is safe. Dealing with homelessness while managing the emotional volatility of BPD is an overwhelming daily struggle. This is not a story of a mistake; it is a story of abandonment, abuse, and survival. I am fighting every single day for my freedom and for the chance to reunite with my daughter. I only need a bridge—a way to cross this crisis—to begin walking the path back to stability. I need an advocate, a miracle, someone who cares, or just someone who can relate to my story, someone that hears me. My BPD has made me vulnerable, but my determination is my strength. My goal is to stabilize my life so I can have my daughter back and become the stable mother she deserves. Im a good person and never deserved such betrayal like that. Please hear my voice! Please help me find myself again. Thank you for reading.