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*throws chair down*

I got rightfully diagnosed with borderline personality disorder.

Manic Depressive Bipolar Disorder wasn’t it and now I’m here, particularly antsy.

It’s been almost two weeks since the correct diagnosis. And she thought of it because of me mentioning my ~*<~*crazy**~*|**~ abandonment issues. And how often I disassociate, and how everyday blends together.

I’m very overwhelmed with life lately and my anxiety has now become full blown p a n i c.

I can’t even get through typing this shit I’m so spaced out.

It’s been almost 14 years since my initial trauma; it’s easier by default. But also harder, by default.

And now I’m back here, seeking comfort and conversations.

What has your relationship with your BPD affected you? Has it changed how you see the world? Yourself?

How true does it feel that “the diagnosis doesn’t change what you’ve been going through” ? Because personally it’s been rather difficult to decipher my emotions.

Vomit

Weak and upset

Therapy this morning

On little to no rest

I’m upset cause I’m sick I’m sick because I’m upset

Day 3 of medicine and I wanna cry

Cried myself home from work yesterday couldn’t handle it

Mother’s Day is a hard day to hit

My ashhole is burning my throat is wrecked.

20 minutes to connect.