I suspected having BPD a while ago when notes from my voluntarily hospitalization mentioned signs of it.

A couple therapists I currently work with helped me confirm it.  I'm honestly afraid.  I told myself that this diagnosis was an explanation, not an excuse.  I still live by this mantra.

Last night I had a raging meltdown from the frustrations of my life.  I couldn't stop crying.  I have a couple of bruises this morning too.  

I feel ashamed.  I just needed to vent.