About a year ago, my new therapist hinted that I had BPD rather than bipolar. I was devastated. I felt like I had lost a part of me, which made me feel more upset, because if my identity was that shaky that it hinged on a bipolar diagnosis, didn't that make it more likely that I had BPD?

A few months later, my therapist decided that I was bipolar and didn't have any personality disorder. The period when my bipolar dx was being questioned, however, was an era of intense growth for me. I learned that there were things I could do to aid my recovery beyond taking meds. I learned a lot about who I really am. I learned to take an active role in my recovery.

And I am so much better for it. Thinking that I may be borderline was intensely scary and upsetting, but it was worth it, because I learned so much. I am more stable now than I have been since my onset, and it is truly a wonderful thing.

Try to learn from this experience!