Have I ever complained about my family here?

I feel like I don't commend them enough.

They're the greatest people in the world. I don't know how they put up with me but they do it. They even tame me. If it wasn't for them I'd have gone crazier than I already am. That kind of crazy is the kind which goes way past the point of no return.

It's them who give me the strength to carry on. I'm finding it difficult to explain just how grateful I am. I really do love them. I don't say it enough. I love my family. Mum, dad, my brother, my sisters and my nephew - our newest seventh member. It's funny when I think about borderline personality disorder and the emptiness that I've dealt with since I was a child. When I'm together with my family I feel almost complete.

It's difficult thinking of nice things to say about them because I can't do it without feeling guilty about the fact that they have to put up with me. I'm a horrible person. They're too nice to me. I don't deserve them.