Relationships and BPD

Relationships can be extremely hard to maintain when suffering with BPD, I thought I would share my experience.

I am in a 4 year relationship, it’s gotten a lot easier with time. It was super hard at the start, getting used to having someone else have hold of your feelings and the ups and downs. Pulling someone else into your world is hard too. I would say the first year was terrible, a lot of extremes from one to another, bad bad jealousy. I used to cry and scream when he went on nights out or even out with friends. I just felt so unsafe. One minute I was all over him, the next I was questioning whether I even liked him. Date nights were hard, I didn’t like going out in public and would get extremely anxious around his family and friends too. He didn’t understand my Suicidal thoughts and self harming in the slightest.

Trying to explain Borderline Personality Disorder to someone who has no idea even how anxiety feels is so so hard. It takes months to understand. I can’t even imagine what he dealt with at the start.

Once he began to understand and I fell in love with him, I decided I didn’t need meds anymore. I went cold turkey off Sertraline. It was horrendous. When he went out with friends, he used to have to come home early because I was suicidal or having panic attacks. Going back on Sertraline was the best decision I’ve ever made. I wouldn’t be here right now.

Once I was back on Sertraline, our relationship became better than ever. We took a holiday to Benidorm and we had so much fun! We went out drinking, I wasn’t too anxious to leave the hotel, it changed us, that holiday. We had so much fun together, we became best friends. Don’t get me wrong – I still have very bad days, but he’s there by my side every step of the way.

Little people give me hope

Some people think I’m crazy as I work full time whilst battling with my own brain. But the truth is, I couldn’t live without my job.

I work 40 hours a week Monday to Friday in a nursery as a supervisor. I’ve worked full time since I was 17 years old, it’s just the way I’ve been brought up.

I personally have to work full time to cover my rent, bills and life. There is no way I could cut my hours down and because of my title and responsibility at work, this is also not an option.

So, I manage a team of 8 ladies between the age of 18 and 62.. we look after children between the age of 2- preschool, we can take up to 49 children a day.. it’s hard work. It’s also extremely hard to try and control and manage 8 ladies.. it’s bitchy and can be a little like being back in high school.

The one thing I really struggle with most about working full time is getting up in the morning, especially if I’ve had a bad night. But at the same time, my job gives me purpose and seeing all those lil faces in the morning keeps me going.

Unfortunately, my managers aren’t very supportive of my mental health, they know I suffer from bad anxiety but that is all they know. I will keep it this way as it’s easier than trying to explain something that they would not understand.

Day to day, everything is different. I am a completely different person at work to what I am when I leave work. At work I am confident, I am silly, I am ok. But being all those things at work does have an affect on my life at home, as I hold everything in at work and then let it all out at home.

But, as my title says, little people give me hope.

Mental Health Meds – my view

Hi guys! If you’re reading this then, thank you!

I thought my next post would be on my views about taking medication for mental illness and my own personal journey with meds.

I started my first course of antidepressants when i was around 17, this was fluoxetine. If i’m completely honest i cannot remember back to the age of 17, but i do know that coming off them by going cold turkey was the worst idea I’ve ever had.

I came off Fluoxetine after about 8 months, as i thought i was well enough to survive without them, mostly because my family and friends didn’t agree with meds and went by the whole “you can’t just put a plaster on it.. you need to actually deal with your issues”

Anyway, i ended up back at the doctors as i was extremely suicidal and low. I was put on Sertraline to help my low moods and PTSD (thats another blog post to come..) Anyway, i went on Sertraline and i began to see a slight improvement, after getting worse for the first few weeks. I continued taking Sertraline until about 4 months after getting into a serious relationship, this also because his views on meds weren’t great, he didn’t really understand. So, cold turkey again! Thought i would of learnt the first time around..

After coming off Sertaline by myself, it was a horrible horrible time of my life. I was having mental breakdowns at least once a week, panic attacks at night time and I just couldn’t get out of bed and i was losing all my friends. This went on for two and a half years.. two and a half fucking years. I tried meditation, journaling, you name it. But i just wasn’t getting any better. It got to the point where i was having mental breakdowns nearly daily and i thought – fuck this! Get me to the doctors ASAP.

I called my workplace and said I was in a bad way and needed to go to the doctors so i wouldn’t be in. I went to the doctors and explained everything that had been happening and he was surprised i’d survived! So i said Hi to sertraline again and took a full week off work to rest and get my body used to it. (i was so spaced out and drowsy!) I fully opened up to my friends about how much i had been struggling and they were all so supportive and still are now.

So here i am now, I have been back on meds for 4 months and i feel so much better. I honestly don’t think i would be alive now, if i hadn’t of gone to the doctors when i did. I am GRATEFUL for medication and i am not ASHAMED or EMBARRASSED to be taking meds to help me enjoy my life more than i did.