It was really tough at first being dx bp2. I knew there was something wrong with me and i suffered for eight years with everyone thinking I was just depressed. It wasn't until my hospitalization in 2004 that they realized I was actually bp. The hardest dx of bpd was harder one for me to accept. I thought my life was over ..who would want to love someone with a borderline personality let alone bp? I've been to hell and back during my life and it shaped my brain into a dysfunctional mess. Now I know I am worthy of love and acceptance. But sadly i don't have any real dreams. These illnesses take over my life. I have to now plan my life around my illness. In on disability, work only pt and schedule my week around my therapy sessions. What a way to live. I'm a pretty optimistic person at heart but the depressions kick my ***. I also need to see a neurologist for my memory problems...I virtually don't have the ability to form very good memories at all. I think my brain didn't develop properly because of the childhood abuse i endured.