The self-hating borderline is the one that the world loves the most. It's an uncomfortable truth, then, when I tell people that I don't hate myself.
“You defer to me a lot,” he pointed out, laughing. “You’re allowed to have an opinion.”
So long as we keep treating borderline as synonymous with abuse, we take a very painful and difficult disorder and deeply stigmatize it.
You will know what it's like to be in awe of yourself, startled but not afraid.
In a society that tells us we're broken if we have one mental illness, what happens when you have six?
When I lost "bipolar," I lost more than just a label – I lost the story that helped me make sense of it all.