How did I get here?

So BPD doesn't just happen. I mean. It kind of does. But not really.

BPD is directly linked from trauma.

Everyone that knows me knows I love to put my past in a box, duct tape it, chain it, lock it up, and throw it into the abyss.

For the sake of the readers understanding where my personal trauma came from, I'll give a smaaaaall recap.

****TRIGGER WARNING*****

I spent time as a young child with an adult that did not need to be around children. cough cough

My parents loved to fight and have altercations until finally divorcing when I was 3.

First two incidences lead me to my first round of therapy. At 3.

Altercations STILL continued despite being separated.

Enter in my mother's "superhero."

This leads to my mother's 12 year long depression in bed and my 12 year long mental, physical, and emotional trauma.

My grandparents that give my sister and I the closest thing to a normal childhood die 3 months apart leaving us trapped in active trauma land.

FREEDOM. Meaning kicked out to my mother's parent's house.

Taken advantage of at my first house party.

Blamed and shamed by local PD for drinking too much and being told it was my fault.

I think all that was enough to shape my mental illness into the lovely monster that it is today.

Again. If it was not for my therapist, I would not be the "functioning" adult I am today. I always put "normal" and "functioning" in quotations because it's just me doing my best.

I didn't start this blog with how I got here, but I felt it would make more sense if we were all on the same page. Everyone has their own story and I feel walking in that person's shoes helps the story of the struggle be more understandable.