The illness appeared long before there was a term for it: Borderline Personality Disorder. It is the skeleton in my closet; it is the monster under my bed. It is the hand held up to stop me whenever I want to try something new. It has been a shadow surrounding me for so long that I no longer remember what it’s like to live in the sun.
I want to try something different. I want to turn my face to the sun, and find out what my life could be like without this shadow. I know what it’s like to suffer from this illness. What if I tried to live with it instead?
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Although I previously promised that there would be no rehashing of my past, and no blame games, that may no longer be possible. Everything in my life is intertwined, from the day I was born, to the day I type these words. I am trying to understand my past, in order to forge a better present.
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