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Originally Posted by lilodian4ever
I accepted it by rolling out a red carpet for it in my mind. I was RELIEVED AND GLAD that I finally had a name for my unimaginable suffering, and that I was not alone in experiencing this illness (and others). It helped me understand the magnitude of my suffering. And, I was glad that there might potentially be a treatment option for me (nothing has worked, and nothing ever will).
BPD, Bipolar 2, GAD, MDD.
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I think what bothers me is the hell my family went through. I believe that I can move forward in a positive way, but I really feel that I owe them a gob of money for sticking around. lol Realistically, I know that's not true, but I do feel guilty for them having to deal with this. I know they felt as helpless as I did. They wanted to fix it, but didn't know how.