Read this article in Time magazine and much of it turned me into a typical borderline. I was offended by quite a bit I read there but it’s not their fault that was how we poor folks were perceived. I think they did a pretty good job of describing the disorder and the pain we feel. I have never been a cutter, but many are I understand. I’m too adverse to pain for that. I find myself reacting in my typical emotional way though, feeling rejected because I’m like that, feeling unaccepted. Who knew that article would be such a trigger?

Ah well, I’m counting on my wonderful new Wise Mind to see me through my reaction to it. I think it’s well written, personally though I could have skipped hearing about how we were once seen as the bane of personality disorders. Nothing like making you feel like a freak. And an untreatable one at that! I know, I know, it wouldn’t have been a balanced article without the history. That history makes me appreciate how far we’ve come with treatment options at least. And at least they followed it through to where treatment, and hope, stands today.

I applied and got accepted at Carriage House in my city. That means that I have an approved mental illness (or that I’m certifiable) .  😉  Well, yay for that. Since the weather got cold I’ve been isolating myself a lot and the more you do it, the harder it is to get back out there again. Today was my first day there although I did go as a guest on Thanksgiving.

“Carriage House is a certified ‘Clubhouse Model’ program with the singular mission of assisting people in their recovery from mental illness and reintegration into the community.”

I most definitely need some reintegrating so this should help. I just got back from 6 hours there. They offer multitudes of services (like free eye exams and glasses) and members basically do the work to keep the place running whether it be kitchen help, orientation or my fav, computer work. Also they have super cheap yummy lunches and that’s great because I’m getting sick of bologna sandwiches. I was inputting data into various spreadsheets and I’m already trying to convert them to a more efficient mysql database. They also can possibly help you find a job or temporary jobs. I’m not ready for that but if I consider them a job and get into the habit of going there on a regular basis, it will be a good start. So basically, I’ll be paying $10 a month to a place to let me work for them for nothing! lol

Seriously, I’m impressed with the amount of help out there that I knew nothing about. Also, I can go and know I’m hanging around people very much like me and it’s a lot less intimidating than most anywhere else I go. Oh, and they gave me a food voucher which will help a lot since I lost all my fridge stuff when the power was out, not to mention the cost of the motel rooms and furnace repairs. This winter broke me.

I’m feeling very encouraged and hopefully I’ll get more comfortable with this whole socializing thing. Everyone there was welcoming, friendly and non-judgemental. You have no idea how nice that is! Not that I really have judgemental people in my life anymore (to any great extent) but the scars are still there and probably will be for life. A big thank you to my friend Deb for making it happen. You rock! 😀

Sometimes that’s a pretty hard thing. Especially forgiving myself. What do I need forgiving for? Being mentally ill, being so depressed that I couldn’t hold it together for my own kids. I know it was beyond my control so why can’t I forgive myself? I think I’m a pretty forgiving person, if it had been anyone else I would have complete sympathy. Well, I do hope I figure out how someday but I must admit I have no idea how, or why it’s so hard for me.

There are three essential parts to self-forgiveness. First of all, one must acknowledge the commission of an objective wrong and accept responsibility for that wrong. Secondly, one must then experience feelings of guilt and regret. Finally, one must overcome these feelings (i.e., self-forgiveness), and, in doing so, experience a motivational change away from self-punishment toward self-acceptance.~http://blogs.psychologytoday.com/share/320

I take full responsibility, I’m full of remorse and shame, it’s the overcoming part I’m having trouble with. So let me voice my regret; To my dear daughters, I’m sorry for all you lost when I became ill. It eats at me that I could not keep it together just when I needed to most. Melissa, it was worse for you. At least your sister was old enough to remember a time that wasn’t like that and a me that wasn’t like that. The worst is, that if I had to go back and do it all again, I don’t think I could have changed the outcome. The outcome has changed me irrevocably as it has both of you. I have always wanted only the best for you, you are my heart.

As to forgiving others, I think I’m pretty good at that. I don’t hold grudges (much). Yeah, I’m not perfect, but I think I’m pretty easy about that sort of thing.

Just to let you know I’m not a complete angel, I don’t forgive my “friend” with the prosthetic leg who stole my car. I still swear if I ever see him on the street I’ll knock him on his ass and steal his leg and see how he likes having his transportation stolen.

Perhaps I find it easier to forgive unintentional offenses, but then do the others really deserve forgiveness? I know it’s supposed to be for your own peace of mind but I’m not sure I’m capable of that. If they expressed regret, I could forgive easily. If they have no remorse, no they aren’t forgiven.

Once, back when my depression was a minor thing and I still believed in myself, I could handle anything thrown at me. Need to work 12 or 16 hours to earn my paycheck? No problem. Need to do it while dealing with a screaming baby? Still no problem. Squeeze in an hour to take my four hour math final? No problem! (I even maxed it). I could do anything. Now I have to portion myself out, physically and mentally. No more just seeing what needs to be done and working on it until it’s finished.

The physical part is my complete lack of muscle tone (even after a few weeks working out at the Y) and the fact that for some reason I get hypoglycemic every time I get a bit too strenuous, even at the Y. I’d love to know what’s up with that. I can eat a nice high protein meal first and still get that way. The mental roadblock is the harder one to deal with though. It’s such an effort to push myself out there sometimes, especially when out there means outside my house. Getting to my groups, the store or even mowing my lawn takes extreme effort on my part. I’m probably the only one freaking out about voting because of all the people that will be there.

Let’s just look at inside my house for now. Since someone came and played with my furnace and I now have heat for the first time in over a week, now there’s the dirty dishes, the dirty laundry, the cat hair everywhere, the unpacked boxes, the dirty litter boxes. The clear priority is the dishes and if I have a good day hopefully the laundry. Oh to have the ability I used to have to completely clean my house from top to bottom and have everything in it’s place. In fact, even though I’ve been here over two years now, everything doesn’t even have a place yet. That’s another challenge that seems beyond me. My sense of overwhelm is much lower than it used to be.

Today is Sunday. That means that I most definitely need to do dishes and laundry so I can eat and have clothes to wear the coming week. My cats would love me if I manage to take care of their litter boxes too. Never start with the little things because it’s a sure thing you won’t get the big ones done. Three slices of me right there.

Tomorrow I see my therapist and go to the Y and hopefully I also get up the courage to go vote. Three HUGE slices. Anything outside of my house and dealing with other people is a major effort.

I was reading a forum about disabled people and invisible disabilities, where I found a link to this post. I feel like a fraud that I feel the same way because of my mental state and not a legitimate physical problem, but I can so relate. I realize that I do exactly that. Need to make doctor appointments? Spread them out, never put two in the same day. I will say that I’ve gotten to be expert at prioritizing and knowing just which things can be put off indefinitely. I’m even better at rationalizing that I don’t need to deal with it at all.

I am in a serious slump again (as if you couldn’t tell) and crawling back out of the hole is always so hard. The slump started because I have been sitting here freezing my butt off for days. Impossible to do anything when chilled to the bone and huddling with my heating pad under a mountain of blankets. I am so annoyed at how hard it is to jump back in and me take a slice of life. In fact, it’s been years since I have been able to think of it as me taking a slice of life instead of life taking a slice of me. I hope I reach that point again someday and then my sun will surely be shining.

I’ve heard that depression can change your brain. I wonder if Borderline Personality Disorder does too? I read this article at NIMH (National Institute of Mental Health) that says studies have shown that the grey matter functioning in BPD patients is impaired in an emotion regulation circuit (I can vouch for the fact that mine is faulty!). Since I’m a believer that our upbringing  causes this disorder, then I have to assume  that the trauma we under went caused changes. Either that or we were born with this shortcoming which in turn caused our caregivers to be so totally annoyed with us that we ended up with BPD. I have to give that theory some weight because I was surely more intense and high-strung than anyone else in my family. My problems go back farther than my memory does so I have no way of really trying to analyze that. Not that it makes any difference in the fact that this is something we have to live with but maybe it gives me a sense of legitimacy. Maybe I can let go of some of the shame of having such an untreatable, horrible disorder that even the mental health community looked at me with disdain.

While I’m at it I’ll mention (sorry, that one is gone)another article just to show that untreatable myth is slowly changing. Age is supposedly on my side too. I wouldn’t really know since for the most part I live the life of a recluse. It’s not Borderline problems that cause me to isolate, it’s my complete loss of confidence in myself. I can tell you that is a hard thing to get back. When I was in my twenties and bouncing from one problem to another, I still tried. It took a huge toll, having to project the image that I was okay and had things under control (when I clearly didn’t). I used to be so much gutsier than I am now. I am not flighty like I was when I was young, I am more stable in some ways. As far as emotion regulation? I spent over two years in DBT (Dialectical behavioral therapy) supposedly learning how to regulate my emotions, and I still have no clue how to actually do that. What sends me off the deep end?  Well, the DSM-IV-TR puts it this way “Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment.”, I say rejection (or perceived rejection) pure and simple. Some times it’s real, many times I believe it’s only in my head. I don’t frantically try to avoid it, as I did in my youth, I avoid getting close enough to risk feeling that way in the first place. Not a great solution but it does keep me stable and out of the hospital and even non-suicidal.  That makes it worth it to me because I hate it with a passion when I get that traumatized, out of control, awful feeling.

I believe the day will come, if we don’t manage to destroy ourselves first, when they not only will know which areas in the brain cause or contribute to certain mental illnesses, but that they will know how to treat them much like they treated my brain tumor. In fact, I’d volunteer now to have those faulty areas rewired or removed!

😉