Look Inside the Soul of a Borderline

Sometimes I get angry that I've had to wrestle with this demon (BPD). I mean borderline isn't the "disease of the week," if you get my drift. No one "likes" a borderline. Society doesn't. Shrinks don't. (My therapist has said that often shrinks limit how many borderlines they work with because they can be very draining, though he does know of a therapist that *only* works with borderlines) You can't even feel sorry for one. We are chaotic, aggressive, manipulative, and angry to the world. But look inside the soul of a borderline (if you can get there) and you'll find something very different. Fear. Desperation. Abandonment. Incredible sensitivity. Another concern I have is not to define myself purely in terms of this diagnosis. In fact, I worry that all of us are in danger of defining ourselves by the diagnosis that some shrink has given us, but we are the sum of *all* our parts. It's too easy for it to become a self fulfilling prophecy.