Every now and then, I have a string of good days and it feels like I get this amnesia about my mental illness. I think, “I am fine, I mean, SO fine. I don’t have problems and I never did.” I also often think, “I must be making all of this up for attention.” Then I end up rejecting my diagnosis, refuse to discuss or acknowledge trauma with my therapist, refuse treatment, even stop taking my meds and try to get on with my life. Then things inevitably get worse again and I’m like, “F, I definitely have BPD and I am the worst/sickest person in the world and I need all the treatment I can get.” I oscillate between these two extremes. Do I just have shitty insight or what? I figured someone out there might be able to relate...