My Diagnosis Doesn’t Define Me—But It Explains a Lot

For years, I thought I was just “too much.” Too emotional. Too reactive. Too intense. Then I got diagnosed with borderline personality disorder—and suddenly, things started to make sense. This is what it’s really like to live with BPD, and why it doesn’t define me, but it’s part of my story.

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