Life as a Borderline Woman
This is going to be a shorter entry, moreso a ramble than an actual blog-post. If you didn't know, I have BPD. BPD is an awful disorder; it makes me clingy, irrational, over-emotional, etc. I've been seeking treatment for my symptoms for a while now, but sometimes that still isn't enough.
Mood swings especially are the worst for me. I've been chewed out by others by not reacting the way they deemed appropriate– By moving on too fast, or not fast enough for their taste.
It's a struggle. Knowing I won't ever be fully "cured," that I'll be like this forever. Support is nice, but it'll never change the fact that my brain is literally different from normal people. That I'll always feel emotions more intensely than others, that I'll always have a risk of injuring myself because of my instability.
I don't want pity from this. I want to be normal.
I guess normal isn't really achievable for people like me, huh? That's okay. I'll be okay, I think. I hope.