I just wanted to say thank you and goodbye. 

Many of you I have never spoken to. I was most active on here a few years ago when I was at my lowest. As I've recovered I've become somewhat of a lurker but I feel it best I no longer lurk this sub. I used many different accounts. 

I think each and every one of you are incredible people. You come here and share your pain, your life stories and your struggles. You help those with similar afflictions and you, in spite of everything you go through you keep on moving forward. 

I was told today I no longer fit the diagnosis criteria for Borderline personality disorder. I am 4 years into a diagnosis that I thought would haunt me forever. I have fought hard through an abusive relationship, a haunting childhood and a huge amount of personal hate but I have finally broken free of the majority of my demons and I stand here the most stable I have ever been. 

I'm posting this partly to thank you all - there have been some low points and this sub has been instrumental in my recovery as it allowed me to rant and flail without worry. But I also wanted to give you hope. Hope that despite what you're told or how hopeless everything seems it is possible to recover. It is possible to shed the bad things that happen to you and find a place you can be happy. 

It wasn't easy, I won't pretend it was. I almost died. I tried to kill myself so many times. I was angry and manipulative for a time. I dated an abusive asshole who made me so much worse. I cried myself to sleep so many nights and I remember feeling like nothing would ever get better. I became a shell of a person, I became so angry at the world that I wanted to escape it at any cost. 

Therapy (I will continue in therapy for the next few years by choice) was hard. There were times I went home and just cried. I hurt for myself and for the life I had been given. But once I learned to take from it what I needed to change it became so much easier. And here I am, a year and a half after therapy properly started, diagnosis free.

But it's possible. Recovery is different for everyone. For me it was my boyfriend and my friends who helped me the most. Their patience and understanding when I would sit and cry or even get angry at nothing was so important. The boundaries they set and the love they showed allowed me to begin to love myself and fight hard for myself. Once I got to that point I was able to really throw myself into getting over everything and moving on. 

I still have difficulties. Mainly anxiety, on and off depression and I am scared of people. But all these issues in the words of my doctor are quite minor. 

I hope you all recover. Remember it doesn't matter how long it takes or when you get there. What matters it that YOU are happy eventually. And I know it's hard. Four years ago I never thought I would get better. 

You all deserve happiness and love and a wonderful life. 

You're all incredibly brave and I'm proud of everything each of you have accomplished in spite of what you go through on a daily basis. Keep being incredible and I hope one day you're able to look back on your darkest days and say you made it through.