Recently, a friend offered me a place to live at her home. Even though I struggle with my living situation, I didn’t accept that offer.
Because, when I explained my illness to my friend, she said I couldn’t possibly have BPD because I was so nice.Since living with BPD is like driving down a bumpy road without power steering, I’m taking good care of myself.
I use my medications as directed and practice my cognitive behavioral therapy skills. I’m keeping myself on the road. It’s a hard road, though.Don’t buy into other people’s opinions of what your mental illness should look like.
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