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I think 2019 has been a rough year for a lot of people, the feeling that people can't wait to get rid of the year is rife and it's been no different for myself. I've had my heart broken, felt alone, felt like I was ready to give up, but I didn't and I'm so glad to say I'm still here and I made it to 2020. I wanted to do a round up of this year in photos and just ramble throughout so it's going to be a long one, get ya brews at the ready kiddos..

You will also notice I changed my hair colour approx 1353637 times this year too, and yes it is damaged as hell and yes it is staying brown for the forseeable!

January 




January started off with a bang, on the 3rd me and some of my best mates set off to Amsterdam for a few nights and spent three days drinking fruity ciders, seeing the beautiful city of dam, and playing stupid card games in tiny pubs. It was the best trip and the first time I'd ever been away on holiday with just my friends, the anxiety was high but I was so proud of myself for doing it and checking somewhere off my bucket list at the same time. I would 10000% recommend going if you're thinking about it, it's such a beautiful city and so worth the trip. 

Then January got a bit rocky, we went out for my friends birthday and everything was going fine, as you can see from the above picture we were all happy and laughing and even surprised Katy that we were all there and ready to go to leadmill for a night out. Then the night went west, I got very drunk and had a misunderstanding with a friend, and with my drunkeness and highly swung emotional moods due to my BPD being a bit rocky, I had my first suicide attempt. Luckily I was surrounded by all my best friends who did everything they did to calm me down until the police came and escorted me to A&E, of course being the stubborn head I am I discharged myself and went home. I'd never felt so low in my life and didn't know what to do with myself. So the year had a bit of a rocky start to the first month, and I didn't have high hopes for the year ahead.

(although a few days after this I actually retook my driving theory test for the third time and passed, despite feeling like absolute shit I smashed the exam!)

Also January was the last time I self harmed, so it's now been a whole year self harm free! 

February




Then February came, and so did many, many nights out in Nottingham where two of my friends were living for their final year of university, and so lots of nights out in notts city centre drinking fancy fight club themed cocktails were consumed. I also went to my first ever gig with my friends to see my fav band Catfish and The Bottlemen. I was absolutely terrified, my anxiety was sky high, I'd never been to a real gig before and never experienced standing in a large crowd of people (other than seeing one direction when I was 15, loool) but it was amazing! Another achievement ticked off. 

Then on the 25th I took my second ever driving test... and PASSED! After what was probably well over 100 lessons, a 6 month break, 3 theory tests and a whole lot of melt downs I'd finally done what I thought was impossible and passed my test. I was thrilled! I also got my first ever car, Colin the Corsa. (RIP) 

It was also at this time that I started a relationship with a certain Manchester boy, and I was feeling a million times better than this time last month, everything was going my way and I was feeling positive, yet still unemployed...

March


March was a pretty uneventful month after the whirlwind of january and february, I spent most of my time driving to and from Manchester to see my boyfriend and inbetween that spending time with my ever growing niece Rosie, where does time go???

April




April was a busy month, two of our friends were currently working and living down Cornwall, and since we shared a birthday and we hadn't seen them for a few months, we all arranged to drive down to the coast and surprise him! It was the best trip, some of my best friends and my boyfriend all drove down and spent a few days in the cutest air BnB near Port Isaac, drinking rattler cider, going on beach day adventures and eating the best food, and playing a million and one darts tournaments too. I had some blips with my anxiety and one panic attack on the first night but on a whole I was feeling happy and confident and settled in myself. 

Then on the 19th, I turned 21! I had a house party surrounded by my boyfriend and my closest friends and had the best time. I felt truly happy and it was the best feeling ever.

During April I also had a psychologist appointment, which had.. more to be desired. I was basically told there was nothing they could offer my therapy wise and that there was nothing more my team could do for me so naturally, I told her to fuck off and got kicked out of the session. lol. I was feeling happy for the first time in a while but under the surface I still had my bad days and I still needed some help, I was finally ready to start therapy and to be told there was none was a huge kick in the teeth.

May



May was another boring month travelling to manchester and having my boyfriend visit me here. The weather was starting to pick up and so days out to the local lake with my munchkin were organised. 

Whilst out in manchester my boyfriend lived in the most beautiful little village, and I finally picked my camera back up after three long years and decided to get back into photography (hence the cute cow), this was pretty short lived but hey I gave it a go! 

I also had my third hair change of the year and went pastel pink, I was very much summer ready by may!

I was still unemployed by this point after finding out the job I quit my old job for were no longer taking me on because they "couldn't support me and my BPD" in the workplace, so I had applied elsewhere and been offered a job as a mental health support worker in psychiatric hospitals. I started my MAPA (restraint) training and I was so excited to be getting back into work soon after so long unemployed and most importantly, skint. 

June




June saw me consuming a lot of alcohol money permitting, and when it didn't , doing a lot of trips to and fro from sheffield with my mates in tow after a day sesh on the pop. I also started visiting the job centre at this point and admitting I needed help with finances and affording my car as well as life in general and got some help from the good old universal credit. I know a lot of people think that 'dole' is a dirty word and are ashamed to have needed to use it but personally, if you need it, take it, it's there to help! 

I'd been regularly seeing my psychiatrist by this point and she'd agreed that starting a round of anti-psychotics might be a good idea to trial again, and so I went through the motions to try that to try and lower my mood swings, lessen my impulsive thoughts and overall round me back out again. 

The end of June also saw the end of my relationship. I was heart broken, I lost a stone in weight from just not eating and not looking after myself and I was back to a broken shell of a human. But with a little help from my best friends I turned it back around and sorted myself out. Heart break really does suck but god time is a healer! 

July





Speaking of my best friends... I spent a lot of time getting drunk with them this month to ease the pain of my broken heart and ego, and I consumed possibly way too much pink gin. 

It was an exciting month in terms of my best friends, firstly one of my closest friends from an old job was having her hen-do! We went down to Birmingham, all got out treatments at a decade themed hairdressers and make-up place and got dolled up in our dresses (my polka dot dress wasn't very 50s appropriate but it was all I had!) and got absolutely trollied in Birmingham together, it was the best time and spending time with old work friends was a complete blast. 

Secondly, one of my best friends turned 21 and obviously we celebrated in style by consuming all the pink gin and getting absolutely off our faces, ending up in leadmill and me sleeping on my friends settee not knowing where I was and how I got there, a night well done I think. 

August




August came around and I finally started my new job! I was officially a mental health support worker in psychiatric hospitals and couldn't be happier! It's long hours 8am til 8:30pm but I was so happy to be back in work and doing something meaningful for other people.

Then Chloe's wedding came along! It was the nicest weekend in Guisborough celebrating Jack and Chloe's nuptials and though I spent it as one of the few single people there (cry for me) I also got to spend more time with my old work friends which was amazing, I'm so proud of my beautiful chicken and so honoured to have got to be there for the wedding.

September 


September was another boring month, a few nights out including bringing my sister along for the ride to meet my crazy friends and getting into my work schedule. I started picking up shifts at the CAMHS hospital and was loving it. I was struggling with getting into night shift routine but enjoying it none the less. 

October




October saw a rough patch with my mental health, it was mental health day 2019 and I couldn't even get myself out of bed that day to go to work, and had many days similar to that throughout the month. It wasn't the job, it's never been the job, but my BPD makes working very hard. I struggle with getting up some mornings, I just lay there and think "I really can't do this", and makes my life impossible. 

But most days I do get up, and I go out and see my friends and I go to work and I go and get new tattoos and things are fine! But the days that they aren't can be the worst days possible. 

November





Yes I did manage to go through three hair colours this month... I dyed it pink and hated it so let it wash out to a pinky blonde wash, and then finally settled on going back brown. It's boring and I miss the blonde so much but the pink just wasn't coming out! So now it's back to my brown roots and sorting my hair condition out. 

I also got a tiny rose tattoo behind my ear that I am in looove with, my family however are not. But I think it's pretty! I also took my Rosebud on a shopping trip this month, boy was that stressful, how do single mums cope with toddlers on their own??!!

Then it was Chloe's 21st, which meant going out and getting absolutely ratarsed with my favourite people ever, getting in at 3am from leadmill after drinking one too many vodka cokes and my sister classily throwing up outside her house... a good night done well.

December




December was a tough month. My mental health took a really big dip this month, I was suicidal and really struggling. My best friend Conor (pictured) spent most of the month looking after me or me looking after him, I couldn't have been without him or the rest of my best friends (too many to name but you all know who you are) this month by my side. 

Probably the first month I didn't go out anywhere, I made one attempt with conor to my mates christmas do, and we were both so anxious it ended up in him leaving and coming back to help me stop crying in the toilet having a panic attack. So went well really. 

Then came boxing day, and I made my second suicide attempt. I'd been feeling suicidal and depressed and missing a lot of work and that night I'd just had enough. Luckily the paramedics came over and told me I'd be okay, that my mental health team would contact me and left - they actually contacted me to say they wouldn't be seeing me and I'd have to wait for my psychologist appointment that I'd been waiting 6 months on the wait list for. My mental health team are pretty much the shittest place ever. 

And that's where my year in review comes to an end. It's been one of the hardest years of my entire life, but I'm here and I can say I did it. And if that's not something to be proud of I don't know what is. I've had good months and bad months, but I'm still here to keep on going, and I'm officially one year self harm free! I've had my heart broken, I've cried myself to sleep and I've had days where I've completely had enough, but I did it. And everyone reading this if you made it this far have made it too. Be proud of yourself and what you've accomplished and never forget them. 

Happy 2020 guys I hope it's a good en for all 
Meg xx

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I've been trying to figure out how to open this blog post for about 25 minutes, when I want to write something positive and helpful but all I can really muster up the strength to say is, I'm struggling.

I'm struggling to just get out of bed in the morning. I don't want to shower, I don't want to go to work, I don't want to speak to anyone and I want to sleep all day. But I do all these things, I get up, I go to work in a psychiatric hospital and I do my best to help young people cope with their lives when I can't even cope with my own. I talk to people and laugh and joke with colleagues and tell them funny jokes about my life and pretend everything is fine, I smile and laugh and walk down the corridors singing and fist bumping my co workers with a "I'm good thanks you?!" when all I really want to do is curl up in a ball on the floor and sob.

Living with a mental illness is exhausting. Faking and living a second life is tiring, having to pretend to be fine is draining. But we do it, because it hurts too much to just say "actually you know what, I'm not doing so great right now". Admitting I'm struggling is a personal milestone I can't quite tackle and never have been able to, I've never wanted to appear weak, or leave myself open to judgement - "is she safe to work here like that?" "maybe she's lying to get attention" "she's so dramatic" "all she does is complain that girl".

For me, BPD means I swing from one erratic mood swing to the next within minutes, sometimes seconds. Today I've been singing my heart out in the car, barely able to sit still in my seat in the coffee shop talking and ranting at a million words per second, happy and laughing and now a mere few hours later I'm so sunken into a depression I couldn't even get out of bed to go get a drink, just sitting up to write this post is physically painful on my body and my mind feels numb. I'm panic stricken about what my mood will be like next, and how easy it will be to get up tomorrow and take myself off to work. It also means that earlier, when I received a phone call to say I wouldn't be seeing my psychiatrist, someone I've seen every 3 months for nearly 4 years, again, I completely broke down, sobbing on the phone to the duty manager and angrily telling her to fuck off when she couldn't help me and was only passing on the message as to why I hadn't received an appointment letter.

I struggle to contain and deal with emotions, particularly stress or change, this can make me angry and erratic, and lead to a complete mental breakdown. For example, last night a wave of sadness took over me, and I began sobbing on my friend out of nowhere. I was overcome with emotions of not being able to cope with this anymore, and just wanting an out. When they and my mum touched me to try and comfort me I began screaming in pain, I couldn't bare to be touched or spoken to. 20 minutes later when I finally calmed down I fell straight to sleep, exhausted at the deep depression my mood had swung me into.

Living with borderline personality disorder makes these experiences a daily occurrence, and can make me difficult to be around. I can find different tones of voices hard to swallow, instantly feeling a hostility between me and someone else, and find it difficult to voice my frustrations at situations I don't feel comfortable in, instead hyperventilating and getting myself close to a panic attack in my seat.

But it also means I can be the life and soul of the party, the one that gets everyone up to dance and the one that always wants to please people. The one that's always there to listen, to help you with whatever you're going through and lend an ear day or night. It means I can be empathetic and sympathetic and help you get through problem, because I know what it feels like to struggle.

Living and dealing with a mental illness is exhausting, painful and tiresome, but it is doable. Going to work everyday, seeing and talking to friends, going out for drinks and meals and spending time with loved ones is possible, no matter what your mind tells you. You are always loved and never alone.

Meg x 
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"they're fine... perfect actually" says the nurse on shift to my colleague who requested my obs to be taken as I was feeling unwell, they're fine he says, yet I feel like the complete opposite. My heart is racing, my chest is tight, my palms are sweaty and I'm struggling to see straight or make a coherent sentence. This is what one of my BPD/anxiety episodes at work looks like, me sobbing on an office chair trying to compose myself and being sent home told to rest and get myself right, not to worry it'll all be okay. But will it? Will I return to my next shift faced with the same weighted dread on my shoulders or will I make it through laughing and joking?

Working full time with a mental illness is tiring, it's long days filled with toilet trips sobbing to yourself, it's sick days pretending to have the flu out of shame, being called into the office to be asked how you're doing, and lying saying you're fine. It's telling coworkers "yeah, I'm just tired!" as they ask why you're so quiet today, and saying you've been feeling unwell as they ask where you've been recently.

I've been working ever since I was 16 and flitted from job to job, suffering from countless panic attacks, BPD episodes and anxiety attacks in offices, outside the building and on the bus in. I've had empathetic managers and people who couldn't care less unless I was staying to finish my shift. But I've tried, god knows I've tried. I've left jobs for the sake of my health and I've gone elsewhere and yet again struggled.

Having a mental illness and trying to work full time is always going to be a struggle, but when you're unwell, having time off shouldn't be something to be ashamed of. Do we go into work when we break our bones? Do we take a day off for the flu or some other physical illness? Then why should our mental health be any different? We shouldn't be hiding from our diagnoses and not naming this as our sickness reasons, yet we do.

Advice I see and hear a lot but don't see in practice is "no job is worth your mental health" which is so unbelievably true, yet we don't follow it, because it's just not practical sometimes is it? We all have bills to pay and money we need and sometimes you physically can't accommodate a sick pay day or to be unemployed for the sake of our health. But we should, and jobs should be more accommodating to mental health.

Finding a job you love is so important, but it doesn't fix your mental illness, and I'm here to tell you that sometimes it's not the job. Don't get me wrong sometimes it is but a lot of the time, the problem is the illness, and that's not something you can help but something you learn to cope with and something you become stronger from. I love my job and I love going to work but that doesn't stop the tears from falling in the toilets and the panic attacks in the staff room. Your brain may tell you that you don't belong in your job or that you're a failure but you aren't one bit, you're struggling and it's perfectly okay to ask for help.

Always ask for help.

Meg x
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So a lot of you will know that anxiety is something that has plagued my life for longer than I care to remember, ever since I was a kid I have been haunted my a sick feeling in my stomach, sweaty palms and an inability to speak, leading to panic attacks of me sat breathless, unable to speak or breathe properly in a fright on the floor.

One thing I've learnt in coping with anxiety, is finding out my triggers, what makes me anxious, what triggers a panic attack etc, and alongside this, learning my behaviours when I am feeling anxious, and helping me and other people notice when I might need taking aside and having a minute. Learning these behaviours has been hard, and accepting that this is how I have learnt to cope and trying to unlearn bad methods is also difficult, but has taught me a few things. So today I thought I'd share my learnt behaviours of anxiety and hope some of you might relate.

Ignore How I'm Feeling 

I am queen of the passive aggressive sometimes, and often when I'm feeling anxious, depressed, or just having a bad day I will respond with "yeah, I'm fine" or "no, nothing's up" instead of just accepting that yep actually, I'm not okay and I need some time. I often ignore how I'm feeling and  try to shake it off on my own, when really what I should be doing is accepting how I'm feeling and asking for some help. 

Projecting 

Another bad habit of mine is projecting how I'm feeling onto other people, when I'm feeling anxious I tend to be very defensive of my moods, especially when I'm not in the mood to admit something is wrong. Because of this, I tend to become very snappy and grouchy, I'm not the nicest person when I get like this but I tend to lash out at my loved ones and shout and just storm off on my own  - basically a 21 year old stroppy teenager. 

Paranoia 

I tend to struggle with paranoia quite a lot in general, and is one of my worst BPD traits I have, but is also something that crops up a lot during anxious states of minds. When I'm feeling anxious and overwhelmed I tend to go into overdrive in my thinking and quickly spiral out of control with my paranoid thoughts, thinking that people don't like me, I have no friends or the friends I have are pretending to like me, that I'm bothering people with my anxiety that they don't want to help or be around me, everything like that basically. This is a really painful trait of my mental health that I struggle with a lot and will talk about it in more depth in another post one day. 

Unable To sit Still

My, and probably a lot of other people's, biggest giveaway of anxiety is fidgety behaviour. My personal ticks are fidgeting with my hands, twiddling my thumbs and shaking my legs. It's a very common trait to be fidgety when anxious and is also one of my very annoying ones, at school I was always the person shaking their legs or tapping their pen because of my anxiety, and still do it now. 

Stop Speaking 

Another thing I tend to do when i'm anxious is stop speaking, I suddenly go very quiet and take my mind somewhere else to distract myself. This is usually when someone says "are you okay?" and the cycle of lying to myself about how i'm feeling begins. 

Other notable mentions are stress induced IBS symptoms - like incredibly painful stomach cramps -, panic attacks although luckily are very few and far between these days and stutter/unable to form sentences, I tend to forget how to speak when I'm very anxious and just make a string of non-sensical noises to indicate my state.

Let me know what you thought of this post and if you relate to any of these, or what anxiety causes you to do in the comments below! 

Meg x 

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Anxiety is something that has wrecked my life for a while (and a while I mean my whole life lol) and is something I've spent a lot of my time and life trying to deal with and find ways of coping with it. I like to think that at 21 I have some rough idea of my triggers, of what to do when I start to feel anxious and how to deal with my anxiety, but really I'm just in the muddle of it as anyone else, but I have learnt some coping methods and want to share them with you guys too. (I'm practicing them as I write this as I've currently just ran out of the gym feeling overwhelmed and anxious, oops)

Finding Your Triggers 

I've mentioned this in my previous post How To Help Someone With Anxiety/Panic Attacks  that finding your triggers is one of the more important tips with anxiety, it's always helpful to know what is causing your anxiety and what is triggering you to feel anxious in situations. For me, I don't like overly crowded places when I'm feeling anxious already, sometimes I'm fine and sometimes I get very overwhelmed, it's also hard for me to cope with new places and new people, I turn quite shy and quiet until I've settled in somewhere and tend to feel very anxious until I've soothed.

Listen To Your Body

Like I did today with the gym, I walked in and didn't feel right, I got onto the treadmill and my breathing started to get faster, my head started to spin and I immediately got off and ran back to my car and let it all out. Sometimes you really have to listen to what your body is telling you, if it's saying "turn around, leave" sometimes that is what you need to do. It doesn't mean you are weak or letting your anxiety win, it means you're doing what is best for you and your body and mind. If you're in a situation you don't feel comfortable in and is putting you at and is making you anxious sometimes the best thing to do is get out and find somewhere safe for you, I like to go and get 10 minutes of fresh air to calm myself down and decide whether to stay or go, because that's what I need and what's best for my mind.

Not Everything Is In Your Control

This is one I struggle with, accepting that not everything is in my control. Some things you can't help in life that make you anxious, like blood tests, or dentist appointments, or running into someone you'd rather not see, but what you can control is how you react to these things and others, and how you deal with these feelings. I don't try these myself but a lot of people say meditation and yoga helps soothe their mind into a calmer sense overall which in turn helps being calm about other situations.

Breathing Techniques and Mindfulness 

I've mentioned mindfulness and wise mind a lot in my BPD blog post which you can read here and plan on doing a full blog post based on it, but learning mindfulness and breathing techniques that help you can really help with anxiety, I learnt some skills on my CBT and DBT therapy meetings and try to put them into practice to help my anxiety. One example is to get somewhere quiet and safe, and either get someone to relay a relaxation story to you or do it yourself, one of them I was taught is to imagine yourself slowly wading into water, taking in your environment slowly, thinking about what you can smell, taste, feel, hear and see as you wade further in until you're fully submerged, then when you're ready, slowly walk back out of the water and return as normal. There are plenty of these stories you can find online or on youtube and I totally recommend them! They really help me to calm down when I need it.

Take Some Time

If you're feeling anxious or on edge, take some time to debrief and start again. I like to do as I said above and take myself outside for 5-10 minutes, do some of my breathing techniques and see if I can start again, but other things you can do are grab a cuppa, feel the warm sense of the tea in your hands and the smell and taste, do mindfulness with the tea! Sometimes all you need is a good nap to take some time to yourself and rest. I also like to keep myself busy if resting isn't helping, by doing my bullet journal and being creative. 

Let me know in the comments your tips on coping with anxiety! 

Meg x
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I recently wrote a post focusing on body image and my childhood eating disorder, (which you can catch up on here) and often I find my mind wandering to those days, but recently I've been reading Everything I Know About Love by Dolly Alderton, which feautres a chapter on her struggles with disordered eating and I found myself sobbing, remembering my own struggles and how often they pop into my head. 


I developed anorexia when I was 11/12 years old, barely into secondary school and found myself at my lowest ebb, starving myself and self-harming to deal with the thoughts I was dealing with. I would count my calories that I'd consumed throughout the day and figure out how much time I'd need to spend on the exercise bike we had at home to work them off and finally be thin enough to be beautiful. But you see that would never happen, because I would never be thin enough, be pretty enough, be worthy enough in my eyes. 

" I started going to mental health services when my mum saw my self-harm scars one morning before school and they diagnosed me with anorexia nervosa,  a serious mental illness and eating disorder where someone who is a healthy weight or underweight  thinks they are much fatter than they are and stops eating or reduces food intake to lose weight. Anorexia can affect anyone of any age or gender, and often have a very distorted view of their appearance, seeing themselves as much bigger than they really are and have a deep fear of gaining weight. You don't necessarily have to be skin and bones and the usual picture of someone with anorexia to be struggling, this can be an internal battle with food in your mind that gets your diagnosis. "

But I did recover, I started eating again and gained weight. My body has been ever changing throughout my teens, with anorexia, which caused my delayed puberty, and then weight gain and natural fluctuations of my weight over the years. But it hasn't been easy. Recovery isn't linear and it isn't easy either, still to this day when I look in the mirror I'm thrown back all those years to the days where I'd hurt myself because of who I saw looking back at me, and the hatred and loathing I felt towards my own growing body. 

Now, I eat regularly, I treat myself to food I enjoy, I go to the gym and work out, but I still don't love the way I look, I still look in the mirror and think about how small I used to be and think "would it be so bad to go bad to that? Was I really that ill?", obviously I realise later how ill I was at 5/6 stone, now I'm 13/14st and am so much healthier, I don't love my body, but I don't hate it either. My body has helped me get to where I am today, my body is covered in the scars of my past, but is also covered in beautiful tattoos, and the skin and bones that keeps me going. 

Recovery from an eating disorder isn't simple or easy, and it stays with you or a long time, sometimes forever, that niggling voice in the back of your mind, reminding yourself of what and who you were, but you can fight it, and you can recover and learn to accept yourself for who you are. 

Let me know your thoughts in the comments.

Meg x 


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So my last post on the '15 'embarrassing' symptoms of BPD' went down extremely well as my most popular post to date, and thought I'd do a spin on that continuing with BPD awareness month and have a look at 13 positive traits of people with BPD. There are always going to be stigmas and misconceptions around any mental illness, BPD especially, so I like to remind myself of these positive aspects when I'm feeling particularly down about it.

1. Empathy

This is one that made the bad list, but I wanted to also mention it here. We may be so empathetic that it physcially hurts us, but that also means we understand people's pain, we truly feel it for you meaning when we say we understand, we mean it. We understand people's sorrows no matter how small and feel their pain with them.

2. Loving

Because we have such intense emotions and feelings, when we love someone, we love them HARD, this does have have it's negative connotations of obsessive and clingy, but we when we love you, we mean it. We would do anything for our loved ones and really would go to the end of the earth for someone if they needed it from us.

3. Extreme highs

With extreme emotions comes extreme mood swings, these can be difficult to deal with but it also means when we are on a high we are elated, we feel everything rushing through our veins and truly do feel the happiest possible. We try and do everything we can in this time, and think we can do more than we are able but god loves a trier!

4. Creative

With a lot of mental illness comes creativity, hence why art therapies are so popular and important. Idle minds are not good for BPD and so a lot of us tend to be very arty and creative, a lot of people I know with BPD are fantastic at creative outlets like sewing, knitting etc. Personally my creative outlet is my bullet journal, I use it when I'm sad or happy to forget about how I feel and just enjoy doodling and creating something that's truly mine.

5. Compassionate 

Because a lot of us have felt a lot of pain in our lives, we want nothing but to help others and are very compassionate. A lot of us take on careers where we can help others, I myself am in support work for people with mental health issues, and know many people with BPD who do similar care careers.

6. Easily Excited

With BPD comes our extreme emotions and so we can find ourselves in an almost child-like state when it comes to excitement, being filled with happiness and joy is such an experience for us that we feel it a lot stronger than other people, and we are infectiously excited about things, even it's for someone else.

7. Relate easily

We feel a lot of emotions in ourselves, and therefore we can relate to nearly every emotion and every situation because chances are, we've felt it. We feel so much that we can relate to any problem and able to put ourselves in other people's shoes and see the problems.



8. Passionate

When we decide to take on something, we can easily become obsessed, and this transpires into great passion about a new hobby or task to complete. I recently have had an obsession with my bullet journal and doodling in it and filling it in with nice pages, and I am passionate about it looking it's best and looking after it. We are also passionate about other people's ventures, we believe and see the best in the people we love and are passionate about what they and we do

9. Loyal

When we love someone, we love them hard. We are very loyal both in relationships with romantic partners and friends, we would never want to hurt anyone and can again become almost obsessed with people, meaning we are very loyal friends and would never leave your side.

10. Aware

With BPD tends to come a lot of self-awareness, both of people/things around us and of ourselves. We can sense when an atmosphere is off or if someone is feeling something odd in a group. We can know instantly when something or someone is wrong or not feeling right, it's almost like a tangible feeling inside. We also can be very aware and very logical thinking, and able to think through situations to find a conclusion by taking in every aspect around us.

11. Spontaneous

I was going to use the word impulsive for this one, but this actually made the 15 Embarrassing Traits post so I thought to see the good I'd go for spontaneous. When we are on a high and sometimes even on a low we tend to use our impulses to go for things, sometimes this can be negative but my impulses are also positive ones, I pick up a new hobby I've always wanted to try, or I dye my hair or get a nice new tattoo, we live in the moment of our high moods and act upon them.

12. Relatable

Because we have been hurt so much in the past and experienced so much pain, we can relate to nearly every situation for someone else, and also can put ourselves in their shoes easily and are very good at reassurance. People can easily relate to us as we make ourselves that way.

13. Resilient

Another reason we have experienced so much pain, we are resilient and know better times can come. BPD causes a lot of major mood swings meaning we go up and down very quickly and very often, so we know it gets better and have often endured extreme pain and suffering too.

I hope you guys enjoyed this more positive post on BPD, if you have any other positives to add please leave me a comment below!

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