Let's talking about where I am now: I've been diagnosed with BPD about ten years ago, after about four or five years of therapy I managed to regain control of my life. Got a stable job, currently on my fourth semester in college and living with my husband. Everything is actually rather fine, I recently came in touch with this community and I decided to read more about it and started to realize how far I came, and then again, how many of my behaviors are still dictated by BPD. 

I'm very angry you see. Not that I get physically abusive, but I get verbal rather easily. After reading a little about this I started to notice how angry I get at my job and, most of the times, at home. 

When I mentioned the title of the book 'Stop Walking on Eggshells' to my partner, he realized what it meant and what it was related to. He talked to me about my explosions of rage and my disproportional display of anger. So it was clear that I still had issues but he managed to function properly besides this. He used to anger me a lot more you know? But he knew how to handle me. He literally helped me grasps some concepts about how selfish I seemed and that seemed to make me think about what was I doing. 

So flash forward a few weeks, I read 'I Hate You, Don't Leave Me', most cases resonated deeply with me so I decided to go back to therapy and discuss this. It's been a long while since I've been in an office. And something rather annoying happened. She insisted that I would talk to a psychiatrist because she wanted me to get some meds for my anxiety. She also mentioned during our session that I was lucid enough to perceive my own behaviors and she questioned  how could she help me, specially because I already had a label. 

I insisted there was no reason for meds, I am functioning fine. 

I left the sessions looking forward to our future meeting, but then at the bus I started thinking... why did she want me to see someone and insisted on the meds? I told her I didn't have the most serious symptoms, the only behavior that is affecting my life is that about every two weeks I get sick for a day. I get up in the morning with my allergies punishing me, if I have the strength and the mood to talk past it, I'll be better around noon, but more than not I'll stay in bed. I know this is affecting my work, but I'm not sure if this is enough of a reason to back to meds. 

She also told me that the psychiatrist could confirm my diagnosis. 

My family is very supportive of all this and my sister has a major in psychology. I mentioned this to them and they all said the same thing: is it affecting your life that much? No. I understand that these small medical problems are an issue, but then again, would meds for anxiety help this?  

Gawd I even feel guilty of making this post, specially because my symptoms aren't as intense as most things I read around here. Anyways, any pov would help a lot. 
