Ok I'll try not to be immature and take this personally, and just explain my mental health history so you can see how glamorous it has been.
I was diagnosed with depression at age 9. It was very unusual to receive a diagnosis like that at that age. But from a very very young child, it was clear I had mental health problems.
First went on anti depressants at 13. My school were incredibly unsupportive and basically completely dismissed what my parents were telling them and even letters from the multiple professionals I was being seen by. I was made to feel like a liar, a drama queen and an attention seeker. Despite the fact I used to have panic attacks, and complete crippling depression that left me housebound for 6 months and barely able to talk or eat.
At 17 I was told I had bipolar and schizophrenia and manic depression. Made sense as I heard voices all the time and my paternal grandmother was severely schizophrenic.
At 18 I spent 2 months in psychiatric hospital where a profession came down from Manchester and spent 4 days with me and corrected my diagnosis to BPD.
I cant even tell you how awful receiving that diagnosis was.
It isn't glamorous. It is a black mark on your medical record. Even mental health professionals referred to me as 'The Borderline'.
I have heart problems from certain drugs I was on for a long time. I have a 4 year period where I have at best, very patchy memory, and at worst, complete blank patch. All from the medication I was on.
When I fell pregnant, the medication I was on would have either killed the baby, or left it severely malformed.
I came off 5 very strong anti psychotics, tranquillisers, sleeping pills, and anti depressants.
For 9 months, every time I moved my head, I had what felt like an electric shock going through my brain. I wore a heart monitor for 3 months as the palpitations and tachycardia were so extreme I used to Black out randomly with no warning. I lost my driving licence. I couldn't work.
I have been drug free for 27 months. The longest ever since I went on them.
Having BPD is horrible. I feel like my nerves are constantly exposed. I can objectively view a scenario and see it how it should be, yet my emotions are not under my control and I will completely overreact and feel fucking awful over something ridiculous.
A minor argument with my partner will leave me feeling like I wished he was dead and I can't imagine anyone being more horrific. And then 6 hours later I'm fine.
Every. Single. Waking. Moment. I have to fight against my brain. I have to fight to control myself. I have to fight to work through the rising panic and grief over absolutely nothing. I have to fight against my natural instincts.
I have 2 young children, and I'm fucking proud of how far I've come and how well I'm doing despite how difficult every minute is.
And to have some random armchair doctor judge me for a diagnosis that does nothing but make my life harder?
Such glamour.
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