Learning To Live With Borderline Personality Disorder
What are you thinking? Why are we suddenly discussing a random psychological illness? Well, it isn’t too random anymore, not to me. I was misdiagnosed and it broke me A lot is at stake when it comes to mental illnesses being diagnosed accurately. My first psychiatrist diagnosed me with anxiety disorder. The prescription had nothing else written on it, except for the two pills to be taken at night alongside a lone “Anxiety Disorder” hanging from the top. Not even the type of anxiety disorder I had. It didn’t matter then, I was truly glad to have gotten the sleeping pills. I slept well! Can you imagine?! I couldn't, really. Now I know all of it only made me feel emotionally confused, vulnerable, and full of self pity. I was empty, heartbroken. A different kind of Durga Puja and my BPD diagnosis It was officially the first day of the festival and I had an appointment with my new psychiatrist. Ma’am, if you’re reading this, I honestly didn’t know what to expect. It might just b...