Hi, I got my diagnosis of bpd in 2009 after a hospital admission for trying to kill myself in my car. Until then I had been told I was just depressed, given pills and told to get on with it. Once someone finally listened to me, and realised it was bpd, I started psychotherapy.
I was also put on an antipsychotic medication as well as an anti depressant. This helped me see things more clearly, but did make me feel a bit drugged up.
At the time I was completely out of control. I had been abusing drugs for years in an attempt to cope with my feelings. I was sabotaging all my relationships as I was 100% sure they didn't care about me. I was paranoid, took everything personally and was hell to be around to the people who actually loved me.
Aquaintences adored me as I was the crazy party girl, always going to the extremes to have a good time, to actually feel something good. I would sleep with anyone just to feel like they liked me for a while. if they had sex with me it must mean I was worth something right?
Psychotherapy was hell. It hurt and made me want to run away. I didn't really give it my all until I unexpectedly fell pregnant with dd. I was fucking terrified. I had to come off of all my meds. I was certain I would be an appalling mother. I was scared all the terrible things that had happened to me would happen to my baby. I came so close to getting an abortion, but worked and worked with my therapist until I came to terms with it. we worked on all my issues at the same Time.
I turned A corner and started to get better and better. I went from hating the baby inside me to feeling protective of her, but still scared.
Then dd was born and it all clicked into place. I loved her with a burning passion, a ferocity that completely shocked me. It wasn't easy but all the work I had done over the previous months paid off and I have become a completely different person.
I have a normal life. I don't think I meet the criteria for bpd anymore. I am not swinging from one crisis to another. I am happy and am a good mum. I still have down days sometimes, but I think that is completely normal. I don't take drugs, I don't drink, I'm not on any meds, I'm just normal.
I'm studying to get the qualifications that I messed up in college when my bpd started to rear it's ugly head. I have good relationships with family and friends.
There is hope, embrace the therapy and give it everything you've got even when you want to run away. It's fucking hard work and can be so frightening, but it's worth it.
Ex-wife, still sending you all my love, the system is so unbelievably unfair.