When thinking about what defines us, I would assume most people look to external influences - family, friends, assets. Being forced to look within oneself is not always a pretty task. It can seem daunting, overwhelming and painful. This is only because we are focusing on the negatives though. Recently I was forced to write a list of my positive and negative traits, and the positive ones were a lot more challenging. I was then told to think of all the people over my lifetime that would have seen those positive traits in me. Dating back from as early as I can remember, in any circumstance or situation. Suddenly I began to realise that people see the good in me a lot more than I do in myself.
It is because of this focus on negativity that I am unsure as to whether having a diagnosis of a mental illness is helpful or not. Whilst on one level it can offer understanding and reasoning, it also can be detrimental to ones recovery. I know this from first hand experience.
As miserable and sad as one may be, I found that once I was labelled as having depression I had an excuse to be the way I was. It was the reason to not get out of bed and to isolate myself.
This only became more evident after I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borderline_personality_disorder
The disorder is made up of number of personality traits and behaviours displayed such as impulsive behaviours (often risk taking), self harm/suicide attempts, fears of abandonment and rejection, unstable relationships, self-image issues and emotional instability. When I was first diagnosed it was a huge relief. Finally there was something that I could identify with. Upon reading and researching about the condition I felt like I was reading about myself and it started to give me some clarity.
What I didn't realise though is that I was using my research in a negative manner. If I was confronted about drinking alcohol to excess, I would turn around and say "You don't understand this is how I am, part of Borderline Personality is impulsive behaviour. I can't help it".
My diagnosis became an escape mechanism. It was the answer to being questioned about my bad behaviours. It was an excuse for acting the way I did. I expected people to understand and appreciate that I am this way because I have this disorder and I can't help it.
It wasn't until I started seeing my current psychologist that I realised how negatively this label of a disorder was impacting me, and others around me. Whilst having the diagnosis still offers me peace of mind in knowing that I am not alone in the way I am, I don't see it as defining who I am and my behaviours anymore. Whilst I do have all of the traits and difficulties that are symptomatic of the disorder, I also know that I am a loving, caring, considerate, friendly, gentle, loyal and understanding person.
I found this image online and had to share it; it made me smile and I am sure anyone that is familiar with Borderline Personality will also get a giggle out of it. It is nice to see the humorous side to a confronting mental illness.
Uplifting, enlightening whilst sad and emotional. This is my journey. My story of mental health, overcoming adversity, struggle and hope.
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Wednesday, 12 September 2012
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Why, you ask?
In this day and age, what does one do to reach out to others?
Create a facebook group?
Send an email or SMS?
Post on Twitter?
There are endless ways for people to communicate. To talk about anything and everything. Websites that give information on all of life's questions.
I myself have spent too much of my own time researching pointless things online, including self diagnosing myself with mysterious diseases because a few of my symptoms were similar.
I am curious to know what drives people to post blogs in the first place, if not to offer others advice and assistance in some way?
We all need help. Even those that are too afraid to admit it. Even those who appear to have everything. So how can we help one another, and make it meaningful? Make it count. Make a change for the better.
When we decide to do something in life it is generally always because there is something in it for us. Maybe my writing this is in some shape or form beneficial to myself.
I do know why I have decided to sit here and type these very words though. I want to use my life experience to educate, help and hopefully inspire others.
Create a facebook group?
Send an email or SMS?
Post on Twitter?
There are endless ways for people to communicate. To talk about anything and everything. Websites that give information on all of life's questions.
I myself have spent too much of my own time researching pointless things online, including self diagnosing myself with mysterious diseases because a few of my symptoms were similar.
I am curious to know what drives people to post blogs in the first place, if not to offer others advice and assistance in some way?
We all need help. Even those that are too afraid to admit it. Even those who appear to have everything. So how can we help one another, and make it meaningful? Make it count. Make a change for the better.
I want to help.
I want to inspire.
I want to prompt change.
I want to provoke debate.
I want to be remembered.
When we decide to do something in life it is generally always because there is something in it for us. Maybe my writing this is in some shape or form beneficial to myself.
I do know why I have decided to sit here and type these very words though. I want to use my life experience to educate, help and hopefully inspire others.
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