TW: Self-harm/suicide. 

So I was diagnosed with BPD earlier this year after struggling for years and was misdiagnosed with other disorders, but looking back at the last several years the BPD diagnosis made a lot of sense to me. What hurt was the fact my mom had BPD but hid it from me and also refused to treat it, instead opting to abuse the living hell out of me growing-up, which probably helps explain why I also have BPD. 

About three years ago I was struggling through my undergrad degree; I already had significant time out of school because of my mental health, my GPA was a 2.38 and I honestly didn't think I would graduate. Fast-forward to now, I'm on track to graduate with honors in December with a GPA of \~3.55, I was able to land some great TA/involvements experiences on campus, won awards and more. It was by no means easy, especially during COVID, but I'm proud of myself for how far I've come given the fact that as recently as two months ago I was so low that I was ready to self-destruct and not graduate.

I'm now looking at Ph.D. programs and already feel optimistic about what is ahead; I have a great support network, I worked through issues with my dad and our relationship is better than ever, I finally seem to have the right balance of meds, and therapy is working great for me thus far.

It wasn't easy, it was some of the hardest moments of my life trying to battle through this and at some points I was ready to throw in the towel and stop trying, I had so many breakdowns, burnt bridges, destroyed relationships, self-harm and more. But I "kept on keeping on" as they.