I have been in similar places, even the whole “stronger than the disorder, I don't need to take my meds.”

There’s a way out if he wants to get out. But many times the will is weak: toxic shame for one’s actions in less rational times; a crippling lack of meaningful and intimate relationships; and a life devoid of any pleasure as you slink into self-induced hermitage.

My unasked for recommendation? If I were interested in his recovery I would throw a CPTSD skills book (BPD can be caused by and reinforce chronic trauma) and a box of nicotine gum his way (the gum will numb him out enough to start thinking clearly).

Nonetheless, it’s still an amusing story that has given me the giddies.