BPD – Mental Health with Milana

Goodbye, favourite person

I am not breaking up with my favourite person, but today is the day I cease to let them be my favourite person. I don’t need them to be my favourite person, hell yeah, I don’t need anyone to be my favourite person. And this is probably the bravest thing I’ve said in a longContinue reading “Goodbye, favourite person”

Why BPD is the worst mental illness

I consider myself the potpourri of mental illnesses. I was initially diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder, then it was annulled and replaced by bipolar disorder and BPD, along with the garden variety of mental illnesses like anxiety, and OCPD. And I think that leaves me experienced enough to comment on why BPD is by far theContinue reading “Why BPD is the worst mental illness”

Dear favourite person,

I am back again. Yeah, back once again to bore you with my ‘I love you so much’ confessions and ‘Please promise me that you won’t leave me’ ultimatums. But this post isn’t about me, it’s about you. Your patience, your kindness, your gravity, all of which allow me to exist in your universe withoutContinue reading “Dear favourite person,”

Am I faking it?

This is the most personal post I’ve written so far. Trigger Warning: Mention of self harm I really wish there was a thermometer to check for a mental illness, because only that could put an end to my perennial question of whether my illness is real or whether I am a master manipulator to haveContinue reading “Am I faking it?”

Story of the senile memory

I am writing this post because I forgot what I was supposed to be writing originally. But that act of forgetting made me realise and wonder if memory loss is a side effect of my medication or if it is a symptom of my illness. I had a fairly good memory as a child, IContinue reading “Story of the senile memory”

Perils of a faulty diagnosis

One of the most common issues faced by most mentally ill individuals is the problem of an ever changing diagnosis. My first doctor diagnosed me with schizoaffective disorder (Which was bizarre, given I’d never in my entire life hallucinated or had a full blown psychotic episode). What was even worse was her way of diagnosingContinue reading “Perils of a faulty diagnosis”

Being Bipolar

Dealing with the diagnosis of bipolar disorder can be overwhelming, sometimes even debilitating. Partially because of the stigma and shame attached to it and partially because of the ominous sense of fear that the name harbours. But what I have come to realise over time, is that the diagnosis doesn’t change who I am, instead,Continue reading “Being Bipolar”