So on 4th July 2018, I was officially diagnosed with both PTSD and Borderline Personality Disorder.
Though I was initially alright with the diagnosis, I was also very... I don’t know how to explain.

For many years I have suffered, but I was continuously ignored and in some cases belittled when I voiced that there was something more wrong than just hormones and depression. I was never put on any sort of medication until literately a few months ago.

I was angry and frustrated when my therapist continuously dismissed a lot of what I was saying, my family relations were falling apart because they didn’t know what was wrong and the overall Mental Health Care did little to help me.
Finally getting a diagnosis finally means I can get proper treatment and support, to not only help me live as much of a normal life as I can, but to help my family come to terms with my disorders! 