Repost from @beanquest
Yesterday I published a new post on my blog page: atwentysomethinglesbian.wordpress.com this blog post is a really personal subject for both me and Steph, of how to feels to live with and love someone with Borderline Personality Disorder, as well as other mental health issues. When Steph first got diagnosed we’d never heard of this term before and had no idea what it meant, we want to change that and spread awareness of BPD but show it’s not all doom and gloom, you can tackle your demons and still live a full happy life, filled with love and support. It’s a bit of a long one but take a read❤️ - Nic #mentalhealth#mentalhealthawareness#bpd#borderlinepersonalitydisorder
There’s not a certain ‘look’ for living with Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder (EUPD). You can’t walk don’t walk down the street, see someone and think ‘oh look, that girl there has EUPD!’. Because you know what? That girl still smiles, that girl still gets up and does her makeup even on her worst days. That girl still makes achievements when all the odds are against her, that girl still does uni work for a possible future goal, even when EUPD says to her you won’t get past the age of 21.
Those people on the streets don’t see how her emotions take over her life behind closed doors. Only the people closest to her and see her at least once a week will see her major breakdowns, when eventually it all gets too much and the words “I hate life like this” comes out, followed by the horrible thoughts that EUPD gives her. They don’t see how she can be happy one minute and the lowest of the low the next. They don’t see how late at night, the thoughts take over and she lays there lifeless, staring at the ceiling in the pitch black, past 1am!
They don’t see how exhausting it can be for her to live with the disorder. How when you’re out in public she tries so hard to cover up the truth in her thoughts and to carry on like nothings wrong. But, hiding those emotions has it’s karma, in the form of EUPD for her too, because when you come home, into her ‘safe place’ she breaks because she can’t put a brave face on anymore. Only the people closest to her can see the pain behind her smile and have to remind her that it’s okay not to be okay!
However, that girl is still a SISTER, that girl is still a DAUGHTER, that girl is still a GRANDDAUGHTER. That girl is still a NIECE, that girl is still a COUSIN and that girl is also still a BEST FRIEND. That girl is still a HUMAN BEING and she is not just a condition or a disorder or another patient that a psychiatric team see!
How do I know all this? I know that because, that girl is... ME!
Don’t judge a book by its cover and always be kind💭💖