The Good Stuff

I’m not exaggerating when I say that BPD can be hellish.


When I meet other people with it I say, “That’s cool, we’re in the same club” when what I’m actually thinking is “Dear God I’m so sorry”. Knowing that your mind works so painfully differently to everyone else’s can be an incredibly isolating and depressing experience but there’s something else I want to tell you all about:


It can also be really, really fun.


Don’t get me wrong, most days I feel like my life is 10% getting by and 90% flailing around on fire. But – and I’m especially talking to my BPD peeps – there ARE good aspects. I don’t even mean that flowery “all pain has its beauty” and “grace in suffering” bull that we all absolutely LOVE to hear either.


I’m talking genuine awesomeness.


A common symptom of BPD is having your emotions turned up to eleven. Something as insignificant as stubbing my toe can send me flying into a major depressive episode where my whole life is black hole of unspeakable pain and sadness (you should see it happen, it’s hilarious). I cry A LOT, to the point that even thinking about how often I cry makes me cry. But the extremely raw emotions thing works both ways; when good things happen to me, I experience joy like the tiniest most adorable infant you have ever seen. One time a lady outside Sainsburys gave me a free sample and it made my week. It was a mince pie – I don’t even LIKE mince pies, but it was FREE and she’d looked me in the eyes and SMILED and handed me FOOD and it was beautiful.


One birthday stands out in my memory as being one of the happiest of my life. It was simple and followed all the birthday tropes: I was given cards by my friends, someone had baked me a cake (which had more chocolate than is advisable for human consumption), there was a bouncy castle and music and I ran around and laughed and squealed with excitement so much that I was physically sick, and it was awesome. I was twenty-four years old, and I regret none of it.


Because of my extreme raw emotions, most of my memories are significant, meaning that having the right tools on hand can effectively yank me out of a bad place by the scruff of my neck. I only need to look at the cover of my favourite book (Eric by Terry Pratchett in case you wondered) and I’m sucker-punched by every good feeling associated with that first reading. A random meme sent by a friend can genuinely get me out of bed in the morning.


This is the main reason my style is so eclectic, I surround myself with things that keep me afloat, things that remind me of something that makes me smile. My coat collar is dotted with random pin badges, my backpack has a Sailor Moon decal, even my cutlery has smiley faces drawn on – these are my ammunition. These are the arms that pull me out of the water – a backpack and a smiley spoon! You can’t tell me you’re not jealous of my brain.


I often find myself pointing out things that I find cool, like a particularly interesting tree, and my friends will look at me and smile endearingly because I’m being so weird. It’s at times like these I actually pity you normies. Stupid things will never make you smile the way they can make me.


4 thoughts on “The Good Stuff

  1. I have only just entered the world of blogging since getting my EUPD diagnosis last week. I love your post. The good bits are so good aren’t they? I have collected beautiful things for years and now I’m surrounded by things that I love. When I’m struggling with wondering who the hell I am the things around me can feel like old friends and it’s reassuring. Thanks for sharing your story X

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