This time last year I was still mixed up in a toxic relationship which was making everything in my life difficult. I was trapped in a classroom with my SO 4 hours a day, 4 days a week. Every day I would leave and break down immediately for the rest of the night. I was forced to quit playing the sport I love, had to put school on pause for the remainder of the term. 

I started going to a partial hospitalization program, where the second day I was diagnosed with BPD. 

Getting that diagnosis was the biggest relief I could have felt, everything made sense. All the insane things I would do and feel now had a reason. I was given a foundation to stand on and build off of. 

I told my SO about the diagnosis, and was abandoned immediately, I told her on Valentine's day. 

Since then, I've been in DBT group therapy, individual DBT Therapy, and tried an array of medications that seemed to work for a bit before things would seemingly get worse. 

My progress so far has been that I moved on (or at least haven't made anything worse between us) from my ex, to the point that I was able to sit through a term in the same classroom, and see her without it absolutely destroying me for the rest of the day. 

I still see her, it still hurts, but I can handle it and I have been. So props to me and thanks for letting me vent. (((: