OK, so I’m just going to say it.
Just because I have Boarderline personality disorder doesn’t mean I’m automatically going to be a bad mother!
I’m saying this because this is what I instantly thought when first diagnosed with BPD. I thought I had failed. I’ve got these issues now so I can never be any kind of mother, let alone a good one!
Last Thursday I had a day of meetings and appointments. I haven’t had a day like this for quite a while, where I spent majority of my day in the hospital where I was very poorly, back where it all started for me. But I have had to learn, that if I want to get better, I have to endure difficult situations, places and even people.
First of all I don’t hate you.
I know for most of our time together you have made me unhappy to say the very least but now I am able to think differently.
In the past you made me look at everything in my life differently. Negatively.
You made me want to die but you also made me want to live. You taught me true love, friendship, gratitude and so much more. You taught me how to live again.
You made me a strong woman.
Having lived with you for quite a while now I’ve taken the time to find out about you in quite some depth. And I would now like to say;
I’ve decided that I’m not going to worry about what people think of me anymore. Well, I’m giving it a bloody good go at least! Because, you know what, having Mental Health Issues really are nothing to be ashamed of! I have done nothing wrong and didn’t ask to have these illnesses so I feel I have an obligation to spread the word about my diagnosis and stop the stigma and ignorance that unfortunately still exists!
Firstly, what is Boarderline Personality Disorder?
OK, so chances are you’ve heard of Boarderline Personality Disorder (BPD). It seems to be one of the more ‘popular’ mental illnesses of the last few years. You’ve heard of it, you know it’s a mental health problem you might even know that it effects your moods but do you really know what it is Boarderline Personality Disorder. What is it like to live with and what is it like to live with a loved one who has it?