I have been on this subreddit all day. Maybe a little obsessively. 

But I wanted you all to know how much you have helped me today. Not by talking to me necessarily, but by existing.

When you post in your darkest moments, seeking support, please know that someone has read your post and is thanking their stars that they are not alone. That person may not respond to your post, because they can't. But they are feeling validated. They are feeling real. They are not alone, because you posted.

Thank you for your transparency, your patience, your empathy, and your kindness.

I was diagnosed with BPD in the summer of 2014. I had just crashed my car into a tree for the second time in my life. I was "enjoying" my first (and hopefully last) stay in psych.

I have been in psychodynamic therapy since April of 2014. When I look at that last April, and then look at me now, I know ... there is hope.

I may have punched walls and thrown a lamp last night, yes. I may have screamed that I wanted to kill myself.

But it took me far longer to get to that point. And then the next day, I recovered far more quickly than I would have 1.5 years ago.

I don't notice my recovery at all until I look back and see how far I've come.

I urge everyone here, even if you've had an "attack" in the last 24 hours, to look back. To see the road you've traveled. Don't judge that road as good or bad. Just look at the road. You have moved. You have lived another day, and another day, and another day. You've experienced more life, more sun rays, more rain storms, more laughs with friends or grins at stupid internet memes or new TVs shows or new songs. You've moved and lived. You're here. You're doing it.

Keep going. Keep going. &lt;3