Hi all, so a little background on me. I was diagnosed with bipolar then it was changed to traits of borderline. so this was hard for me. I accepted my first diagnosis. but anyways thats not what this post is about. Its about my friend Lydnsey. She i fully diagnosed with Borderline. She is out going, pushes me out of my bubble, she understands my mental health and has been there throughout the whole getting help process. she is also out of control, abuses drugs and alcohol, she's pushed away all her friends and family. For a while, quite a few years, i was her family. I borrowed her money when she needed it, she always paid me back. I involved her in my family gatherings on christmas. I took her to visit to see her daughters, when her on/off again boyfriend would freak out and would start trashing the place, i would come over, kick him out, call the cops, get stuff through at me, clean up the mess, this happened 5-6 times. 

So in april of this year, we decided to move in together, for the second time. We figured having a 'stable' person(me) would help her get her daughter back. But i wasn't stable, my anxiety was climbing, i was reckless. She would beg me to go drinking with her on days beforfe i work, and i would. I would go gambling with her. I spent my money reckless, to make our apartment perfect. I borrowed herr 350$. Then in the middle of april, i reached out for help, my suicidal thoughts were getting out of hand. I went to my local crisis unit and it didn't help. I went to my local Emergency room and talked to their mental health nurse, each told me to come back the next day or go back to the crisis unit. Finally, on a wednesday, i went to the ER for the fourth day in a row,and they told me to make a follow up with my mental health worker and they sent me home. I felt so unheard..so when lyndsey was out at the bar, i downed approximately 60 tabs of 0.5 clonazapams. Lyndsey came home, i told her what i did. She took my remaining pill(later found out she sold them) and went back to the bar. I guess in my messed up state i called my aunt, who took me to the ER and after my 72 hours hold, i was sent to a psyc ward. While I was there, Lyndsey started to smoke in our apartment and got us evicted, and refuses to pay me back. My family moved me out while i was in the psyc ward, into my aunts house. Which is where i live now.

Lyndsey then moved in with a bunch of people who do meth,lost tons of weight. She then went to couch surfing, stole a car, stopped going to her daughters visits. She believes she can deal with her BPD without meds, or therapy. And has used it as an excuses to get out of 2 DUIs.

So i was hurt when i tried to kill myself she turned around and didn't help me, especially after the countless times i had taken her to ER for stitches from her cutting herself.. So i've kept my distant as i work towards recovery, with little contact. But today she contact me, it's her birthday on friday and we have always spent it together, so i made plans with her to have lunch. 

Now here's my question, with having BPD traits myself should i be sympathic and let her back in my life, or stay clear because i'm trying to make progress.