Hello, many of you will know me as Corgis or Smiggles. I'm assembling this post in hope that someone else in the BPD community can relate to my current situation, I'm seeking insight and understanding as I'm walking a tightrope just trying to put my thoughts and feelings into words.
Well, I suppose the title is self explanatory: I'm unhappy with my diagnoses. I was diagnosed with Dysthymic disorder somewhere between 2012 and 2013 and later on received my second diagnosis of BPD in late 2015. Following the initial diagnosis, I came to harbour a resolute conviction that Dysthymia wasn't a lone diagnosis and that another (bigger) disorder was to blame for my supplementary symptoms that my existing diagnosis would not stand as an agency for. When I discovered BPD, I felt whole again and any doubts came to dispel. Come December '15 and I'm diagnosed with BPD, this was one of the happiest and most reassuring moments I've come to experience in my short 17 years. I convinced myself that I was now able to meet the road to recovery and that I would finally better myself, but the doubt has only come to surface once again.
I'm happy with my BPD diagnosis, I can relate to every aspect of it, that's not where the problem deposits; I'm back to questioning subsidiary diagnoses. Munchausen? definitely not. My friends have questioned whether I have PTSD from a past (abusive) relationship, others ADHD, and other personality disorders have come to be conversation material.
I'm not even sure as to why I'm posting this here, but I'm desperate to know whether anyone else has experienced this. It has never made sense to me, my sister is a victim of rape and witnessed my mother's domestic abuse at a very young age, so why doesn't she have these problems? why me? someone that has never experienced severe abuse or trauma? I've never experienced anything extremely traumatic, my father left me before I was born and I've struggled to accept new people into my life following his actions, but otherwise it doesn't make sense to me. It feels as though my problems will never end, once one starts to improve, another comes to surface.
I feel like a burden, nobody is willing to hear me out and my mind feels like it's decaying.
Honestly feels as though I'm drowning in my own misery, I'm exhausted and want out.