I started struggling with my mental health when I was 16 years old. I went to see a therapist, who told me I had Borderline Personality Disorder. However, a week or so later I was happy to have a new boyfriend, so she told me I was all better. I stopped seeing her immediately and didn’t seek treatment again until recently.
It’s been a long process. I’ve been through ups and downs and extremes and stability over the past ten years. It was a struggle, but I was always able to manage somehow (at least I thought I was), so I just figured my case wasn’t particularly bad and went about my life.
Last fall things got really bad. And they’ve been getting progressively worse. All of my relationships are either shaky or over, my passions have dwindled, my grades were affected, I can’t get a job. Most days it’s hard to even get out of bed. . .
I finally made my first appointment to see a therapist in ten years. Actually, I made three separate appointments to see three separate therapists. Which gives me hope.
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