I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, and PTSD a little over 2 months ago; these last 2 months have been the easiest months of my life. Before I was diagnosed, I was constantly cutting myself, or starving myself and I never felt good enough.
I constantly lied, lost friends, and eventually I just secluded myself to being alone. I hated my life, I hated the fact that as a 13 year old, I had to watch my dad die and then identify his body. I hated the fact that I was never good enough for anyone. I was in an abusive relationship for 2.5 years, and I just had hit rock bottom. I cut all the time, but I still stayed active in sports, because I knew if I didn’t, I would have killed myself. For some reason I held on. I
t wasn’t until 2 months ago that I had decided to act on the plan of killing myself, and that was when, my boyfriend at the time, told me that if I didn’t get help, I wouldn’t make it to see my 20th birthday. And I checked myself in to a mental hospital and that was where I was diagnosed.
I am on a lot of medications today, but I am finally feeling stable, and okay. It really is good to be on the road to recovery. I finally feel good about myself and I am finally happy. I do still have my moments, where I get depressed, or I feel self doubt; but all in all, I’m doing much better. And I hope to continue to get better.