Hello everyone, first and foremost I'd like to say that if I'm not posting this to the right place, to feel free to take it down. 

Now that that's out of the way, this is my first post so excuse me for any missteps. 

Anyway, onto my story (I'll keep this as short and concise as possible... Maybe bullet points?) 

When I was in elementary school (think grade six or seven) I encountered abuse for the first time. It scarred me to this day, and I won't go into much detail in this post (since it's its own story). I ended up having to go to court in grade ten, and my family sort of fell apart. Through this entire time, I was constantly invalidated and questioned as to whether it happened. 

After I was done highschool, I ended up being kicked out even though I really wasn't that bad of a teen (at least in my eyes. I never smoked, drank, or did any drugs) and I ended up in a close to five year abusive relationship. During that time I also went to university for a while, and that's what I got diagnosed with manic depression type 2 (or bipolar type 2). 

I managed to leave that toxic, abusive relationship in part thanks to the rock in my life who was my friend at that point when a lot of my friends lived back home and were a solid hour and a half away (I don't drive). Anyway, I started seeing a new family physician who referred me to the psychologist under his practice and when I met up with him, he told me I had been improperly diagnosed by the first psychiatrist. He's the one that told me I had Borderline Personality Issues, a more -mild- version of BPD. He wanted to put me on lamictal (lamotrigine), but I refused it since I had other things to take into consideration too. 

It's been about two years since this all came to a head, and I have some really bad days, but I'm doing my best to maintain a healthy mind set and work on parts of me that can be problematic. I do things, or say things at times that I don't mean to and it really hurts me and those around me that I care most about. In due time, I'm sure I'll likely do some therapy but since my living condition will be up in the air soon, I have to play the waiting game. For now, I've been trying to tackle things with books on better understanding my condition. 

I hope you're all having a good start to the week, and I'm sorry about the wall but I figure if anyone would be able to relate, it'd be you guys. Thanks for taking the time to read this. &lt;3 

Edit: remembered the name of the drug they wanted to put me on. 

Also, because of my misdiagnosis, I was on seroquel for well over 7 years. The withdrawal I felt after stopping to take it was horrible. 