Living with a borderline personality disorder is like living without a life.
I recognized this only a few years ago, and it has been a great sadness to realize how much of my life has been lost to this pain and suffering.
It’s not about being a “little off.” It’s about having a fundamentally different world view. It’s about being more sensitive than the average bear, about feeling things bigger and deeper and, well, differently. It’s about seeing the subtext in what’s happening in life better than most, about knowing that there’s a man behind the curtain operating the wizard and being resigned to that and wishing like hell you could make the rest of the world GET IT. And never accepting that you can’t.
The one thing I know is that BPD is
a) treatable
b) curable
c) never really gone
Yeah, I know b and c conflict, but even when I felt cured for a bit, when I didn’t meet enough criteria to fit the real definition, I knew in my heart that I wasn’t over the hurt or the anger.
I’m living with it.
