When people are researching Borderline Personality Disorder they are most likely to find dozens of articles outlining how destructive we are and advise that you do anything short of jumping out of a moving car to get away from us, ASAP.
I’ve definitely heard the word ‘bitch’ been thrown around a lot in my time. I wanted a name for my blog which tied into the negative stereotypes that people with BPD deal with, that approached it tongue-in-cheek and asked the question: BPD, misunderstood mental illness or just another word for ‘bitch’?
I wanted to offer my perspective on my first year with this diagnosis; my treatment, my insights, my triumphs and my challenges. Of course I get messy, I’m living with “believe the worst” syndrome and everything hurts most of the time, but I honestly feel that BPD is one of the more stigmatised mental illnesses.
I’m not usually a writer, but ever since I’ve been trying to unravel my messy head-space I’ve found writing to be really therapeutic. It helps me to pen down my busy brain and articulate what I’m thinking in a way I’ve never really been able to do verbally.
I’ve also really taken comfort in reading the accounts of people who have this illness, knowing there are people like me out there in the world and knowing what they’re going through. While I realise that BPD affects individuals differently many things remain the same case to case; we’re constantly in pain and constantly afraid. I hope those of you with BPD can read this, relate, and take some comfort knowing that you’re not alone.
Whatever brought you here, I hope you’ll get something out of this and decide for yourselves: are we really the monsters that everyone seems to think we are?