My sophomore year of high school was just...so bad. I decided that I wanted to seek treatment for my depression, but before that I asked a SUPER close friend of mine to help me do some research on mental illnesses to see if it seemed that I fit any other categories (I was being called bipolar on a daily basis but I knew I wasn't bipolar; however it seemed something was up other than just depression/anxiety/ADHD). So he went and looked up some stuff and said that the only thing he found that he felt described me was BPD. When I went to read the description I was shocked (terrified) to see that it described me almost perfectly? Later, (years later) I finally summoned the courage to ask my psychiatrist about it and she said that BPD had actually popped into her mind that day while we were talking. She wasn't my therapist so she said she didn't want to label me with it, but she also said that she trusted my judgement and told me that I should try DBT. Sadly, I never have gotten the chance to try it and my psychiatrist left her job and opened up her own private practice so I no longer see her (or anyone). I've thought about it a lot though, I just don't know what to do about it?
Just some thoughts...