Daily life - About me & friends
The real me (not the mental me) - BPD
Introduction
BPD
Social Anxiety
Depression


The Beginning of Something New

By starting this blog, I plan on feeling better in life. I plan of taking care of my emotions, try to manage them more.

I've been taking medication (abily for BPD) for two years now. The maximumal dose is 10 mg and I'm at 5 mg. I started at 2 mg two years ago. I used to think that my medication got higher because it was my fault. Because I kept getting worse and worse. I came to the realisation that maybe it wasn't my fault. I think that, yeah, my medication got raised, but not because I got worse or something like that. Because life happened. Yes I'm different than I was two years ago. Am I a little worse than I was? Well I am more intense, closer to my emotions than I was. Am I better? Oh yes I am. I feel so much better in my body than two years ago. I stopped hurting myself (I selfharmed for 4 years). I improved myself in so many ways that I can't even explain it all.

This blog, this is about focusing on me again. This is about trying to love myself so I can love someone in the right way. It's about being someone better. Not only for my family or for my friends, but also for me. Because it's me that I have to live with every day. It's my that is hearing all those thoughts banging in my head like crazy. It's me that, every morning, has the feeling that maybe it's better if everything was over for me.

It's time for something new.
The hospital

A few months ago, I was hospitalized because I tried to kill myself. I really thought that I wasn't worthy of we call "living" anymore. I thought I deserved everything that has happened to me in the past few months.

What happened?
1- Since I am little girl, around 9 or 10, someone of my family is raping me once or twice a week. I've been dealing with that since a long time now, but it has gotten worse and worse since I started dating that boy.
2-I started dating a boy I really liked. Turned out he didn't really like me and he ended up raping me too.
3-Since then, I started hooking up with a lot of people, destroying myself so they don't have the possibility to do it themselves.

But one day, I decided it was time for me to go. I didn't want to live like that. I didn't want to live at all. So I started to cut myself really badly. When my parents found me laying on my bed bleeding but still alive, they called the ambulance and then I was at the hospital.

I stayed there a couple days with nothing in my mind. I was just sad that I didn't succeed to escape life.
When I got out, it started all over again. I knew then that it had to stop. For the first time in my life, I told someone that my dad is raping me is I was 9. I told my best friend Simone. She decided it was time to do something. So she told her parents and they proposed to take me since my parents couldn't take of me the right way.

I was relieved that they offered that. At that time, I was happy I failed to kil myself.
Life is giving me another chance



| Introduction | BPD | Social Anxiety | Depression |

The real me (not the mental me) - BPD (Daily life - About me & friends)    -    Author : Joelle Desgroseilliers - Canada



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