I was given several labels at the age of 16. That’s what I call them, labels. Diagnoses is what they’re really called but it’s a little more fun to call them labels. After all that’s really what they are. That’s where the stigma comes from. The problem with the labels is that nobody takes the time to understand them.

For example I have, as I said, several of them. I guess the most bothersome ones I have are PTSD, major depressive disorder, severe anxiety, and borderline personality disorder. Borderline would have to be the most difficult to deal with I would say. At 40 years old I’m still using very inappropriate coping skills to deal with my intense emotions. I thought that 40 I would be done with self harm. But just a couple of days ago I cut again. I don’t understand why I’m still dealing with all of this at my age. Nothing is fixed it. Nothing can. Everybody runs away. That’s just how life goes.