I’ve been recently diagnosed with BPD at the age of 34. I had never even heard of it before, then once learning about it I took it to my therapist and she told me she’s been treating me for it the entire time. She’s not one to “focus on diagnosis but rather treat the symptoms”. Anyway, it’s been rough.

I’m still learning about the illness. But fuck, I can see through my whole life how it’s applicable. Things that didn’t make sense before, make so much sense now.

I have friends with it, and they help. But I still feel so alone. My family and friends don’t understand it. And when I explain that my actions are related, they tell me I’m crazy without actually telling me I’m crazy. 

I’m having an extreme low right now. Feeling worthless, abandoned and completely hopeless. 

Anyway, basically a rant post 😅 thanks for reading, I guess?