I was diagnosed with BPD when I was a teenager. First response from everyone around me was to take antipsychotics and antidepressants which I did not like because it made it feel like my brain was in a box and detached from my body.
(The antipsychotics weren't related to the BPD even though I was told to take the same time. I was prescribed them because I told the doctors that I was hearing voices. I found out later in life that it was just my internal monologue But no one around me apparently had that because no one understood what the fuck it was.)
Anyway, Instead of medicines I switched my focus onto spiritual research, meditations, various religions, and so on to try and get a handle on my condition and figure out what the fuck is wrong with me. I've definitely enjoyed what I've learned, and I've realized a lot about myself in turn.
I can definitely agree with the self-destructive tendencies, hyper fixations leading to abandonment, and saying /doing things I wouldn't normally do. Whenever it comes on it feels like.... I guess possession? I'm still in my body but it doesn't feel like me doing it and when I consider my actions after the fact it feels as though I a partition it out to place blame on another version of me as if I'm sharing the controls of this body.
I have tried to be better, I've made a point to make amends with everyone. I've hurt, and I've distanced myself from family and friends to ensure that I don't hurt my loved ones anymore. It's a lonely life, but I'd like to think I'm doing what I'm doing for the greater good. One benefit for sure is that in my solitude I get to spend more time researching magicks and higher levels of consciousness. I like to believe that the answer on how to "fix" myself is on a higher plane of existence than this material realm.
Anyway, love you /x/ been posting here for years and somehow to explaining my situation to all the autists here feels alright