bpd is a hard diagnosis for me to accept, but it makes so much sense to me. it was years into treatment that i got the diagnosis. sometimes i go through phases where i embrace it, work with dbt groups and try to find self awareness. other times, i reject it as a sexist label used to keep me in the system, to keep telling me i'm sick and theres no hope and that i'm untreatable.

i was under the impression that meds don't help bpd, at least thats what my various prescribers have told me. i found dbt and art therapy to be really helpful. dbt to learn how to communicate better and get through the rough spots, and art to get all the emotions out safely.