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Hello there, this is my first post here. It will probably be a ramble so please bear with me.
I am worried I have bpd. I am seeking professional help but wanted to talk to people with experience. I'll try to condense my story...
I've always hated myself. Even as kid, felt worthless. My first memory of depression, self harm and suicidal thoughts was around 13/14.. I drank alot of alcohol, behaved generally recklessly. Somehow I did OK at school. Got chronic fatigue syndrome in my late teens which bought another round of depression. For as long as I can remember I've felt wrong. Uncomfortable in my own skin, sick, almost dirty though there's nothing sexual about it.
A few years back I had a breakdown. Depression and anxiety, eating disorder. Self harm, suicide attempts. One med in particular really didn't suit me and I had episodes of mania, with despair at the same time. It was like the drugs multiplied everything I was feeling. A psychiatrist at the time mentioned bpd but út was never followed up. Eventually found a med to suit me and had eating disorder therapy. Things got better, I got married, mostly held down a job, had a baby, came off meds. Though it never went away, just lessened.
Now I'm horribly depressed again and seeking help before it gets worse. I honestly feel if I didn't have my little family to fight for now I'd be cutting again. I feel like a yo yo... The despair is all consuming, I want to rip my skin off and escape my body. I want to bury myself and never see light again. But I also have times where I'm so happy I'm giddy and bouncing off the walls, and at the drop of a hat it's despair again. I hate myself. I feel such guilt and shame.
I'm so needy. My husband is amazing as he takes the brunt of everything. It's only recently looking back, looking in to bpd that I think I might have been manipulating him without realising. Whenever he goes out or does something without me I'm more depressed, more anxious, ill or something. I need him. I can't be without him. I'm terrified he's going to go.
I don't otherwise like to get too close to people... It makes me anxious. But I don't really have unstable relationships. I cope on a day to day basis, though that is getting harder. My emotions are all or nothing. Sometimes I feel dead, empty. But that's my middle ground.. I'm very black and white. I feel extremes it seems.
I'm functioning, I'm leading a 'normal' life. But this feels like more than depression and anxiety.
Please help.
Sorry for the rant!