When I heard my first mental health diagnosis of a personality disorder, I did not believe it. I told myself the doctors were wrong, they judged me too soon, they had no idea what they were talking about.
It took me years and a lot more pain to return back to the diagnosis, accept it and start healing. Sometimes, I wonder if my life would have been easier had I been able to process what I heard sooner.
Perhaps I would not have left yet another college or gotten into another toxic relationship. Most importantly, I would have learnt to be kinder to myself much earlier, stopped trying to chase a life that wasn’t meant for me and begun building a life designed for exactly me.Read more on themighty.com