I have the same problem with you, although I what I like the most is when I dream with others 
it’s freedom for that short period of time.
I had some flares I was very lucky. Real love?
Maybe less is more, and now I know better what I don’t want so maybe that’s a start 
“Real love” is strong. It requires time. I wasn’t thinking about it like that. I fallen in love, yes. But, “real love” never.
Sorry, I have to deal with love that is unreal.
Real love only happened a couple of times to me. I agree that it maybe could have a different definition to you, to me it has more a sharing body kind of experience 
Oooh okey i think i understand! “Love” is relative anyway 
I fell in love once long ago.
Not complaining, wouldn’t make sense to do so, but most people here are like
Woman: Yes, I fell in love with him and still love him so much, 20 years married.
Man: I loved her but she didn’t ever even talk to me.
Too many times.
I used to think I did but really it was not falling in love it was something seriously uncomfortable and I wish it would go away but its still there.
Just once with a turkey club sandwich. It was a short summer fling but I will always remember it. Especially my stomach. Poor thing sacrificed her life just to stop my stomach growling in class.
I fell in love a lot of times. It burns so good.
Gladly since meds I love a bit more reasonably. Before the meds it was erotomania and a lot of fantasy. I’m glad to have decent relationships with women since.
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I think i get too ill too easily for all that passion
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Happened in high school until I basically figured out that it was never requited and I was acting a damn fool. Stopped letting myself feel it after that point.
Yes unfortunately. Love is pain.
I have fallen in love once and we were together for plus twenty years ago and it end badly. Now I have fallen again And she loves me for I am not for what my illness tries to make me. I pray that this is my true love.
I fell in love once with a wonderful woman who also happened to have mental illness. She suffers from borderline personality disorder and PTSD, while I suffer from schizophrenia. It was one hell of a rollercoaster ride and definitely changed me and her forever. We have a son together, who is almost five years old now. Her and I tried keeping the relationship alive, but stabilizing the crazy intense ups and downs eventually exhausted both of us. Neither one of us was getting better mentally and it had to come to an ugly and confusing end when she kicked me out of our apartment. Our son stays with her and my only hope for survival on my own turned out to be Invega Sustenna (a long-acting injection). Emotionally destroyed after the end of our romance, then the end of our relationship, then the end of our friendship, I ended up in the hospital several times, almost completing suicide three times. She was hospitalized once after a suicide attempt. I’m including a photo of me in the resulting coma after a very large overdose of Seroquel. What started as love both produced these terrible events and one amazing one… Our son. His name is Oakley and nothing, not even schizophrenia, will get in my way of protecting him, guiding him, and loving him with the intensity that I had once loved his mother. Mental illness can’t stop any of us from falling in love. I think we all have the capacity to match with someone in a loving embrace.
The love was worth the pain.
I had a girl fall in love with me before. I couldn’t reciprocate these feelings at all. I have never been in love.
Hey I’m sorry to hear you went through an actual hell. People with BPD (statistically) almost impossible to maintain long term relationships with. It is sad that it didn’t worked out for two of you.
I really hope that you can start your healing process as you move forward in life. You have a son now, and that’s amazing. 
Get in touch with us anytime you feel coming down on things. Don’t stay alone with your thoughts.
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