I was diagnosed as bpd a long time ago, I just shrugged it off and kept living my dumpster fire of a life, no offense to dumpster fires. I have never been able to mix sex and love, for obvious reasons to people like me, and I have a lot of mania. I make huge life decisions based on mania. I always avoided meds because I like the rush of the mania and because at times its helped me through rough times.  And, a little more of my crazy, I'm pretty sure all drugs are poison and the medical community is still pretty much in the dark ages about a lot. 


All this just to say: Hi y'all, I see you, you're like me. Its startling and disturbing but also a little reassuring.