
Living with BPD
The Diagnosis That Finally Made Sense of Everything
I was thirty-one years old when a psychiatrist first said the words Borderline Personality Disorder to me. I had been in and out of services since I was seventeen — depression, anxiety, "emotionally unstable personality traits", a brief and terrifying inpatient admission at twenty-three — but nobody had ever put a name to the whole shape of it. The diagnosis landed like a key turning in a lock I had been pressing my ear against for years.

