Diario de una TLP
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Última publicación jue, ago 31, 2017
Tlp= trastorno limitrofe de la personalidad.
Aparte de ser diagnosticada de tlp, soy bipolar tipo 2.
¿Por qué hago público mi "diario"?
Tal vez alguien padezca lo mismo y no se sienten tan solos o incomprendidos...
Puede hasta que hagamos "amigos".
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