I currently have a diagnosis of Borderline personality disorder, PTSD and bulimia. I am in recovery for each of these illness’ and I am giving it all I’ve got. Recovery is about enjoying the better days as much as you can and looking after yourself through the darker days. This isn’t easy and sometimes it can really feel like a losing battle, but I recently stumbled across some statistics around BPD which surprised me quite a bit. They were;
-BPD has remained relatively unknown. However, researchers estimate that about 1.4% of the population has BPD
-About 70 percent of people with BPD will make at least one suicide attempt in their lifetime.
-between 8 and 10 percent of people with BPD will complete suicide; this rate is more than 50 times the rate of suicide in the general population.
Despite all of this I have made it to a point that I am happily and safely living at home with my family and enjoying life with the help of my community mental health team. I am in no way ‘fixed’ or fully recovered but I am always making those baby steps in the right direction. I am proud of myself and all other BPD sufferers for making it through to this point (whatever point others may be at- you have still done incredibly well). I have attempted suicide countless times and to still be here living, breathing and fighting is remarkable and by the sounds of some of these statistics the odds weren’t exactly in my favour. So I will wear my recovery with pride because against the odds my baby steps have got me here and now the road ahead is looking a lot brighter.
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My recovery from self harm is moving full steam ahead and I have recently passed the five month milestone since I last cut myself. I am trying not to think about it too much since my self harm urges have been getting pretty intense as winter is always a hard time of year and cutting seems to be relentlessly nagging me. Something that has been helping me a lot for quite some time (and can be used in other times of struggle) is making lists and mind maps. The way I am using it at the moment is writing reasons why my life is better without self harm. It helps me to think of all of the things I am fighting for, because I lose sight of those reasons when I am in the midst of tackling urges. I have been known to cover several pieces of paper writing the same reason to continue staying strong over and over again. At the moment I am finding it helpful to remind myself of the day to day crap (for want of a better word) I had to face when I was cutting regularly. I no longer have to spend a small fortune on dressings and other first aid items. I haven’t had an awkward repetitive conversations with a member of A&E staff in the early hours of the morning for quite some time now. I haven’t had to deal with infected self harm wounds and all of the pain that comes along with it. But above all else I now have the power to choose. I know this might sound a bit strange at first, but when you have been living with a behaviour so closely and at such an intense level it will begin to limit you in every aspect of your life. I never realised how powerful this reason is to help me stay strong, until I managed to have some distance from cutting. It has put me back on track so many times. I need to remember that cutting brings a moment of relief but as soon as you let it back in, it becomes nothing less than completely suffocating. Recovery is the only option and it does not matter how many tears and hours of struggling it takes I am determined to get my life back and achieve all of the things that I have my heart set on. Focus.
I know everyone always says that they much prefer giving gifts than receiving- *pause for groan at the cliche statement* But this year I have really found this to be the case. Last Christmas I didn’t have the chance to buy or make any presents- and there are only so many risk free christmas crafts a bunch of mentally ill teenagers can make. I have made many a scrapbook page on all of the things I have been enjoying this festive season that I didn’t have access to last year. Such as;
- waking up in my own bed
- wrapping presents
- fairy lights
- A christmas tree!
And many more! But on christmas morning, 2015 the moment that made me the most thankful to be at home was handing over a gift that I have chosen or made, in wrapping paper with a ribbon that I tied around it. Giving someone a gift that I put thought into- I didn’t have the spare thoughts last year to even contemplate what someone would have liked for christmas. Having the means to get my loved ones gifts was really priceless. The gift of giving has gotten even sweeter and made for an incredibly special christmas.
This time last year things were very much falling apart in regards to my mental health. It doesn’t feel like 12 months ago I was nearing the beginning of my 9 month hospital admission, the past 12 months feel very blocky. Before admission, during my admission- things were still tits up, during admission- things were getting better and finally- home again! I am finding it really hard to think about the past and just how unwell I was 12 months ago, so in an effort to change the way I have been thinking about this time of year. I am going to share some goals that I will hopefully be able to say that I have achieved by 11th December 2016.
- I would like to be writing more and more.
- I hope to be able to go into a shop and talk to a member of staff if I can’t find something in store.
- I would love to do some volunteering again
- I want to be able to confidently talk to strangers/companies over the phone
- To be maintaining a healthy weight (this is a big one, not too much pressure on it!)
- Wear short sleeves- outside
- Catch up on all of the water-sports that I missed out on this year.
- To continue staying strong and not cutting
- maintaining healthy relationships with friends and loved ones
- Have a tattoo!
These are just a few of my goals for the upcoming 12 months. I don’t want them to be huge, but they are meaningful and realistic and I am excited to start reaching them.
Yes is the short answer. Yes, I spend a large part of my day- everyday feeling sweaty palmed, heart racing and generally just pretty anxious. But when this question was asked today after I had just ordered 2 drinks for us both- neither of which were ‘easy’ they both were the kind of drinks that needed eye contact and a short conversation, above the usual “would you like ice with that?”. I smiled with the normal ‘yes, yes this does make me anxious..’ But rather than just ending the conversation there I decided to add to that “yes this does make me anxious, but I guess you just have to pick your battles don’t you? I mean if I didn’t do any of the things that make me anxious I don’t think I would ever leave the house!”. I have had this mind set for a very long time and when I want to withdraw from this mantra I always have my Mum behind me pushing me forward. I know this must be a hard thing for her to have done, to make me go to school, appointments, social meet ups- regardless of the tears. It might seem a harsh thing to do by other people looking in, but a lot of mental health recovery is like this. Black and white, yes or no. I guess it might be because mental illness is such a messy and emotional thing so the way you need to combat that is by having people around you who will stand firm and support your ambition when you are flagging. It’s exhausting, just the same as recovery from a physical illness, you have to push yourself work through things that are painful knowing that you are moving towards a bigger goal of getting stronger. I know that I can become very critical of myself and feel like I am not making enough progress. But it is important to (again) surround yourself with people who are going to point out how all those baby steps are starting to add up and you are achieving a lot. So try to go easy on yourself, you are doing the best you can. slow and steady will win the race.
All of the cliche comparisons mental health professionals will give you, for me none of them will be as accurate as the metaphor of my mental health being like a game of wack-a-mole. I don’t know if this is more relevant because of my BPD diagnosis. As all of the elements that come along with BPD can be overwhelming and hard to keep stream line and all in check. But for me the balance of PTSD, bulimia and my good old friend- self harm are the fun factors that I link mainly with my seemingly never ending game of wack-a-mole. Just when I have made it a week free from bingeing my mind seems to up the anti with the urges to cut myself, or hey maybe jumping out of that second story window would be a good idea… or how about putting my hand in the flame of that candle? NO BRAIN we don’t do that! WACK! The main behaviours seem to rotate endlessly and it is extremely tiring to be fighting all of them at the same time. I struggle to keep them all under control and it seems to me that there is always one behaviour leading the way and the others are less intense as I am in the depths of whatever my focus is on. At the moment bulimia is taking centre stage. I haven’t gone a week free from bulimic behaviours in months. This must sound pretty negative and you would be right if you were left to remain to looking at just one side of my recovery. On the other side you will see how I am coming up to 4 months free from self harm at the end of this month and I have never felt stronger. So, where does this leave me? Well… I am going to continue plodding on, I am going to continue fighting all negative behaviours as much as I can. I am find it easier to fight self harm and I am having more success in not using those behaviours, but this doesn’t mean that I am not having success with battling bulimia, because I am! I have been making progress but I am trying to keep in mind that Rome wasn’t built in a day (another one of my favourite sayings 😉 ) and I need to keep pushing myself because slowly but surely I am making baby steps in the right direction. Sorry this is kind of an open ending but this is real life recovery and I am definately a work in progress I am just very happy to be sharing it with you guys:)
There are few people I am still in contact with from ‘before’. ‘Before’ being- before my admission. Before I went utterly mad. Before it all went to shit. I have one friend, Lily who has been amazing throughout this all. I’m talking exceptional, she wrote to me every week without fail while I was in hospital keeping me up to date with the outside world and helping me to keep up with the Kardashians- with out having access to there twitter feeds or the show. She doesn’t stare at my scars which I am forever grateful for, because people who don’t are hard to find. She makes me laugh as we pick up were we left off without any awkwardness. She has never treated me differently because of my struggles or issues. I honestly couldn’t have asked for more from a friend. And this weekend we got to see each other and spend time doing normal things in a favourite time of year- winter! We did a small amount of christmas shopping, we are both on a budget this year so it seemed almost like a challenge to get gifts for everyone when funds are low but ambitions are just as high as always. This year Lily has a car so a large percentage of our time this weekend was spent blasting music through her stereo, dancing and singing. It feels good to be normal and doing the same things every other 17 year old seems to be doing. We then went to our local carnival that passes through the bigger villages around our area. Again it felt great to be there with other teenagers who just wanted to see the floats and be with friends, nothing more complicated than that. It wasn’t a complete break from mental illness, my mood was not perfect but it was manageable. I always have some particular ‘symptoms’ (for want of a better word) that linger around pretty much all the time. But we both had a good time and for me to get to the point of feeling comfortable in another persons company(outside of my immediate family) is something that has taken some working up too and now I have made it to this point I don’t want to take for granted, or let be tinged by mental illness which holds that niggling feeling of “what if” or “you don’t deserve to feel..”. So, that’s all from me really, just want to share some positive moments from the past few days. Join me on my next quest of ‘Tilly attempting to be a regular teenager’ 😉