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In the spring of 2015 I started going to therapy for the first time. I was a couple of months away from going through with a pre-planned suicide attempt for my 25th birthday before, almost at the last minute, I randomly sought help. With a series of unexpected deaths and abusers that lined my mental oasis, the seeds of depression had bore the fruits of fear, self-harm and loathing. Making my peace with God, I counted down the days until I turned 25.
But you know what, that’s the beauty of having kids. I don’t understand a lot of the things they do. I’m not supposed to, at least not at first. They are going to teach me new things. They are going to do unpredictable things, and I’m going to grow as parent because of it. It’s ok for them to be jealous of petty, silly things. It’s ok that they complain that it’s “unfair” that the other boy has to go to therapy. Every day, they do something new, and I learn something new.
“People with Borderline Personality Disorder, like you,” Michael started but his words trailed into terrifying darkness as I cast my eyes about the narrow room. Whom, I thought, is he addressing? Certainly, I don’t have Borderline. I went home and took every online self-assessment test for Borderline that I could locate. The diagnosis remained the same… severe Borderline Personality Disorder profile.
