Learning to Love My Demons. Yesterday started off decent enough. I was anxious for my upcoming appointment and was having a really. Hard time getting my thoughts in order. M, my psychiatrist! I had my appointment with Dr. F about my bloodwork, but she decided to go over everything wrong with me. She is referring me to a GI doctor to examine my insides, which has needed to have been done for over.

I know that everyone is staring at me. My body is breaking down. Pieces of me are falling away while I try to hold everything together. I stop showing up for plans. I stop replying to texts. The Last Time I Saw Him.

My Quest to Erase the Stigma of Mental Illness. Saying I am selfish implies that I am not concerned about others.

When I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I thought my whole world had ended. A year and a half later, when I was given the dual diagnosis including borderline personality disorder, I thought my entire identity was a lie. According to the DSM, there are nine clinical criteria for the diagnosis of BPD. 1 Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment.