A few years ago, I was having BPD-related meltdowns nearly every week. It was to the point where I had effectively lost nearly all my friends, save a few. I was in a very dark place and convinced myself that I was evil... I eventually saved enough up for therapy, got my diagnosis, and started on treatment for a brief while (I had to leave eventually due to money issues / me not connecting well with that therapist). 

It's sunny today. I'm going to be graduating from university soon and pursue a position in my field. I'm not going to be poor anymore, and I have the support of my new friends and peers I've met post-diagnosis. They're aware of my BPD and have treated me no differently, and for once in my life, I feel happy. IDK what the point of this post is. I just wanted to share it somewhere without feeling embarrassed, haha... I haven't had a breakdown in years. I still struggle with some anxiety that my friends would leave me one day, but it's a work in progress. I'm thankful I haven't acted out on my anxiety since then either!