I'll talk about my life because LOOK AT ME I'M WONDERFUL... you'all read my posts so... i'll throw a little old cliché... but nobody does. (look at me, i'm quirky??) 

Serioursly though, life was going great but now i'm back here struggling to manage my discomforts, so what am i doing here? i believe that i don't want attention nor readability, but instead i'm posting my thoughts on the biggest section of BPD on reddit. oh well... i'm kind of desperate don't you see? i'm a bit of a dissonant bagpiper i think.

Self-awareness is truly important to social media these days and cheers to that, but i truly doubt the  veracity of everything but who is telling the turth and why should i care? i'm not trying to unvalidate human experiences as i want to be part of something. A few years ago a delirious BPDer wouldn't cut it as easier as now but still, our patterns of unwellness is rightfully avoided and will remain that way. Am i telling something useful? i'm actually repeating everything we'all know of our suffering and i'm tired of hiding it...

Heres an attempt to  humanize myself:

My social life was impared during my late teens and early adulthood by unthreated PTSD, got it diagnosed but never did anything to therapy'it, i don't think i avastly suffer from it right now. PTSD didn't stain my shitty personality as much i believe. I was an already blooming PW/BPD  a long time  ago, maybe my ADHD fucked it all out right from the beginning. Even if we all suffer from the same thing we are all extremely different from each other right? where's our individuality and our winging hapinesss if we are incredibly repeatable? so it's incredibly obvious that "Borderline Personality Disorder" is a modern thing like Hysteria. 

BPD is extremely real and has been studied over and over to dull extents, otherwise we wouldn't be here. Maybe i wish i could blow all my troubles away and be happy someday...