TheLakesKrueguer
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- Mar 5, 2023
- 31
So, let me give you some context: I spent most (for not saying my whole life) living in Latin America and I recently moved to Europe for my studies. I am currently 18, but I've been struggling with suicidal thoughts and stuff like that since 11 or 12 bcs of so many traumatic experiences. Last year I started having bulimic tendencies and an awful control in buying and consuming food which makes me feel extremely guilty and stupid and ungrateful to my parent's financial help. To keep it simple, even if this last year has been my best year academically/socially speaking, it has been the worst mentally, I just want to end it all.
Taking advantage of public services here in Europe, I started seeking professional help about a month ago and started some medication. This medication doesn't end the bulimia, nor the suicidal tendency's, but it had helped a lot with my anxiety, and that's something…
A couple of days ago, I posted a thread where I said I was cutting and feeling pretty bad. After some weeks seeing a nurse and a psychiatrist, they told me I have Borderline Personality Disorder. This fucked my whole week, learning that I have this shit, and in 10 years I will still be having it and there's nothing I can do about it except trying to control it. I feel so hopeless, so tired, so dirty.
The BPD diagnosis made me see the world, myself, who I am, so differently. It's like finding a missing piece of a puzzle. But at the same time, it feels so bad. I don't know, I am partly, and paradoxically, happy to have this. I can't understand why, but I want to be sick, I want to feel bad and suicidal, and I want to be in the deepest whole entire of shit sometimes. And then I change my mind, and suddenly I want to feel good and healthy and loved and cared... I just don't get it.
Taking advantage of public services here in Europe, I started seeking professional help about a month ago and started some medication. This medication doesn't end the bulimia, nor the suicidal tendency's, but it had helped a lot with my anxiety, and that's something…
A couple of days ago, I posted a thread where I said I was cutting and feeling pretty bad. After some weeks seeing a nurse and a psychiatrist, they told me I have Borderline Personality Disorder. This fucked my whole week, learning that I have this shit, and in 10 years I will still be having it and there's nothing I can do about it except trying to control it. I feel so hopeless, so tired, so dirty.
The BPD diagnosis made me see the world, myself, who I am, so differently. It's like finding a missing piece of a puzzle. But at the same time, it feels so bad. I don't know, I am partly, and paradoxically, happy to have this. I can't understand why, but I want to be sick, I want to feel bad and suicidal, and I want to be in the deepest whole entire of shit sometimes. And then I change my mind, and suddenly I want to feel good and healthy and loved and cared... I just don't get it.