The incredible stress of those times and the lack of good food may have been contributing factors to her BPD. I also feel compassion for the fact that she lost her father during the second World War.
But I mostly feel compassion for myself, for trying to fix something that was never in my power to fix. I am glad to turn this over to God to heal. By God's grace I do not think I have her dis-ease. I've chosen not to stand in front of her fun house mirrors any more, that exaggerate my shortcomings.
My mother's birthday, I thank her for life. Happiness is my legacy to build from the life I was given.