Finding out I suffered from mental illness scared me. I felt like I wasn't a person but just an illness. Even though I knew myself, I suddenly did not feel like I knew who I really was and if there was anything unique to me. How on earth was I going to be better through only therapy when I had tried to be the best person I could already? What would be left of me after therapy? Would it make a difference and would I truly be better or learn to hide my true feelings. I want to shed an honest light on BPD through my journey and therapy(since April 18') and hope to help someone who is going through it somehow.