Back when I received my diagnosis, I read book after book, paper after paper, trying to make sense of my situation. I developed the mindset that BPD controlled my life and that I should warn people of it, but not do anything beyond that. It took me years to realize that no, I'm not a slave to BPD and that a diagnosis only explains my behavior, but does not justify it.

Yes, we feel emotions very, VERY strongly. We can love strongly, we can feel extreme happiness for the smallest of details, but that also means that the negative emotions are amplified. Unless we learn to identify those emotions and make an active effort to control our reaction to them, we are as capable of harm towards us and to others as the next person.

I feel like, over time, you gain some perspective. A diagnosis does not justify being shitty on purpose. People have the right to leave us if they feel like we are too much. Hell, I've also put distance with people because, despite my efforts to help, they were too much for me at some point.

I don't know how this may sound, but I feel like we all have an obligation to work on ourselves. For ourselves and for the people we love.

OK, sorry, rant over...