I thought Rebecca had bpd from very early on and now learning about her diagnosis has made me reflect a lot on my life because it resonates with my own struggles so much.
I just want to open a discussion about it; which parts of Rebecca resonate with you and so therefore also me? I've felt so alone for so long in my personal experience of having the diagnosis despite having met so many other people with the diagnosis. (I know it's not a 'one size fits all' but I still feel that no one really actually just 'gets me). 

There's so much I can relate to - relationships, anxiety, feeling cornered, doing crazy shit, running away, invalidation, shit parents, trying to fit in, feeling undeserving of love and friendship... My list goes on.

I was diagnosed in 2013 aged 26 and it's only been in the past 6 months that I've actually properly accepted my diagnosis and recognised so much of it in myself and my past despite ongoing dbt (that work!)  and building my life back together after an extremely severe crisis in 2014. 

I've labelled myself as having bpd for years but haven't truly accepted it until recently. What's your experience with this? How do I forgive myself for the pain I've caused to others unknowingly. I'm learning about unconditional love at the moment. It's wonderful but also scary as I've not experienced it before. Is there really such a thing and why do I deserve it?

Just been feeling very lonely recently. Not alone, just lonely, you know the difference right? I just need to know I'm not on my own. I'm tired of always feeling like the 'wrong' piece to fit the jigsaw.