3 1/2 years and I still wake up everyday with my bpd front and center. It has ripped through the last 3 1/2 years of my life, causing uproars in every aspect of my life. 6 therapists, 8 different meds, 2 hospitalizations, 2 failed long term relationships, many nights of cutting on my arms and legs, many pieces of broken objects and so many tears shed, I am on the verge of all these happening everyday I wake up. Now at 25 I'm trying again, I'm trying to help myself, get the treatment I know is needed, trying to began to beat this monster that eats up my life and myself.
I would love to use this blog as a journal to capture what it takes and how it feels to get hope back into my life.
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its all the same inside a borderline...
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