I used to see my bpd as a burden, my greatest enemy. I would have given up anything in exchange to be healthy and normal, like the rest. 

One day I wasn't depressed  and the  day turned into a  week. In this time I came to the horrible conclusion of this happiness will pass it always does. Then this next thoguth changed me; the good times will always end but they always come back, which means the bad times will also end. So I came to the very general and not special conclusion of this too shall pass. Since then my life has gotten generally happier. 

When my depression got under control I just started seeing how much I care about people and how self righteous I am. I have so many strong opinions and I would not think twice about putting my hand into the fire for a loved one. This is what makes me the person that I am. Honesty those are the qualities I love the most about myself and they wouldn't be possible without my BPD. BPD makes me unstable but it also makes me a great human being. I'm not humble and I have my problems. I put walls up and I talk Shit to people's faces, I will always have a harder time at dealing with simple things and changes than the avg person my age, yet I would not give up my BPD to have an easier life.  

I know it isn't a great story, I would really want to have something more substantial but I don't; I just hope it helps someone. 