First time in my life ever reaching out to medical professionals for help for symptoms that have been plaguing me for 15+ years. He’s the first living human I’ve ever exposed my childhood trauma to. After our session, he suspects BPD overlapping with major depression. He wants to see me for another appt or two, and for me to finish my first therapy appt so the two can collaborate, before he feels comfortable officially diagnosing and prescribing medication if needed.

Even though my thoughts today are just as messy as they’ve always been, I feel a new sense of peace that I’m finally showing up to my appts (I’ve canceled last minute every time before this) and getting closer to answers and healing. 

This portion of Reddit was the reason I made and kept my last appt so I wanted to stop by and share how grateful I am to those of you who expose the deepest and most tender parts of you. I saw myself there and was brave enough to stick with my appt.

Much love to you guys.