I've been in a very deep depression recently and was admitted to a ward on Friday, I found the routine and structure over the weekend made the storm inside me calm a little bit.
Despite feeling like a little better in the ward, the psychiatrist discharged me today because 'we don't admit people with bpd for longer than two nights'.
Fuck him and fuck him acting like he knows what every single person with bpd needs, this diagnosis feels like a barrier to getting help.