Living with BPD Story: Arpita’s Experience (In Their Words)
Trigger Warning: verbal & physical abuse, self harm, suicide attempts, death by suicide, hospitalization. Read at your own discretion.
The following post was written by Arpita
My Living with BPD Story
“Hello everyone. I am Arpita, a resident of Delhi, India. I will be telling you my living with bpd story today. I was born after 16 years since my parents got married. I had an elder sister and an elder brother. My brother went to United Stated when I was in kinder garden. I had witness a lot of verbal abuse in my childhood which was normal to me. Sometimes, even physical abuse.
There was not a single day I did not see anyone fight at my house. I felt extremely lonely and stayed isolated because I was almost always scared of sharing anything with anyone as a child. After 5 years my brother came back to India. Unexpectedly, the fights increased. As I was very young when my brother and sister graduated, I could not figure out that the environment was toxic.
Borderline Personality Disorder and the Church: Christians with BPD
Trigger Warning: Christianity in a favorable light, struggles with belief in God, fitting in at church, splitting, BPD symptoms. Read at your own discretion.
This post was written by Brianna Rhodes
You can’t understand me without understanding borderline personality disorder.
I’m still wrestling with feeling like I don’t fit in and that I’m misunderstood. I don’t know anyone who can relate to me on the level I so deeply desire. I know of one other person with BPD, and they’re not even a Christian. I don’t know a single Christian with BPD. Imagine that for a second—countless individuals struggle with anxiety, depression, PTSD, and so on, but rarely are individuals diagnosed with BPD who still pursue the Lord.
I crave a community that I’ll never have–one that truly understands and can relate to me. I have to mourn that. It’s like I have no one with whom I can process the intense feelings and emotions I experience. Yes, I have a counselor, but her role is to help me process my trauma. Obviously, that will help with these emotions/feelings over time, but my counselor can’t make BPD disappear. She can’t make the symptoms I battle daily disappear. She can’t relate to me and understand how much harder it is for someone with BPD to follow the Lord than for someone who doesn’t. I can’t even believe the nice things people say about me. Can you imagine how much harder it is to believe that a God I can’t see loves me and calls me His? It’s nearly impossible.