I’m very sorry to hear you’re feeling so low. Just to clarify, does BPD mean borderline personality disorder or bipolar disorder?
In either case, let me tell you just a bit about me. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder 11.5 years ago. I have been to the pits of despair where no light shines. I understand the anguish. I have been hospitalized 4 times for suicide attempts and obsessive suicidal thoughts. I have lost jobs and boyfriends, because I was not able to cope with stress and they chose not to understand the illness.
It took a very long time and many doctors, but we finally worked out a combination of medicine that works to keep me stable. More importantly, I slowly regained hope with the loving support of case workers, psychologists, nurses, and doctors.
One of the things I learned along the way was that it was my personal responsibility to help me. I had to look at ways to help me stay well.
I also had to educate myself about my illness, and then I had to let my caregivers know what I thought about my treatment. I became active in my own recovery. Yes, recovery from mental illness is possible.
I took an active stance in my recovery and began to talk to psychologists and psychiatrists and nurses and various treatments. I began to self-advocate.
I also gathered a great group of supporters around me. I chose people who would show me love in my darkest hours. I spoke openly to them about my illness and what I was doing to combat it.
Again, I’m very sorry to hear you are having such a bad time now.
When I’m having difficult times, I immerse myself in household chores, even though I don’t want to. The first thing I do is wash the dishes. Making the hot sudsy basin of water and putting my hands in it calms me. The physical action of scrubbing the dishes takes my mind to new places. I talk to myself out loud while I’m doing this chore, and I say the actions that I’m specifically doing. “I’m picking up the dish.” “I’m putting the dish in the water.” “I’m scrubbing the dish.” It sounds outlandish at first, but speaking my actions aloud clears my thinking and centers me.
I can do this type of exercise with any chore. It really helps me. I once scrubbed my entire kitchen floor with a very small steel-wool pad made for cleaning pots and pans, because my mind was racing so fast. It helped. At the end, the racing thoughts were gone.
I don’t know if any of this will help you today, but I can promise you that if you work closely with psychologists and psychiatrists and nurses, take personal responsibility for your recovery, educate yourself about your illness, advocate about your treatments with your caregivers, and surround yourself with loving supporters, then you will find hope.
I wish you all the best.