Other than my therapist and psychiatrist, I have told less than 10 people about it and only 2 can somewhat understand what it feels like to live with this condition. One of them, Doc, has Bipolar Disorder himself, and the other friend, SUV, helped Doc when he was at his lowest. So he can roughly understand what BPD sufferers go through. I thank Doc for sharing his experience with me and for convincing me to seek professional help. And I thank SUV for listening to me and being a good friend.
I would also like to thank two other friends, Bonnie and Clyde. Bonnie for being really sweet and for sharing her own experience with depression. And Clyde for everything he did for me when I was hospitalized for one night. I will always be indebted to him for his selfless actions.
I am grateful to two more individuals, Curly and SDPC, for giving me advice and time, respectively, whenever I asked for it.
I have told another guy, DJ, about my condition, something which was on an impulse. I am glad he didn't react negatively. I have also told Pooh about it; I thank her for her kind words and for forgiving me for what I did to her. And I think I have mentioned it to a couple of other people, but I can't really remember so I guess they are unimportant.
Most importantly, I have told Ruth about it. She said her prayers are with me, which matters a great deal to me. Ever though she isn't in my life anymore, to know that she wishes well for me is enough.
So that makes roughly 13 people in all to whom I have mentioned this condition of mine. I haven't told my parents yet, and I will try not to tell them as long as I can continue to shell out nearly 100 dollars for a month's supply of medicines from my savings. That reminds me that I didn't take my medicines tonight and it's nearly 6.30 AM and I have been wide awake the whole night- talking to my sister, reading DBL's blog and smoking 3 sticks (thus finishing all my cigarettes).
Shit.
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