Living with BPD
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I was diagnosed with BPD recently and also went through a rough breakup 5 months ago. This is the story about my life and what has led up to this moment in time. It will give you a better understanding of Borderline Personality Disorder and also a first hand account of what the childhood of someone diagnosed with it was like. My life is very rough but I'm getting into recovery at a young age, only 17.
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Everyone suffers no matter how much we think we're alone, there maybe someone out there more disconnected from the rest of the world. If you had the power to help the other and didn't take it does that make you a bad person? If you had one chance to correct the world would you take it? If you were given one power what would it be? No matter what choice you make it will come haunting back to you. The good the bad there's a fine line between what people perceive as good and bad it's up to you to decide that.
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