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So, the psychiatrist went okay. Good and Bad. Good in the way that he is nice and seems to care for me, that I felt comfortable and he had comfy lounges. Bad in the way that thing's just seemed to get a little more complicated. I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. Which along with my Bipolar makes me feel like the world is being a little mean.

My brothers ex Fiance Vikki had this, and she lent my Mother a book about it. My mother read it, and I remember her telling me "I'm glad you don't have this, don't you ever get this". When he told me, I wanted to cry. When I walked out and told Mum in the elevator, she did cry. And than cried again when Dad hugged her. Not to mention Dad cried.

I mean, it's not realllly bad. It's rather popular for a mental condition. But not so much if it's mixed with Bipolar. It is known as a serious mental illness, but I guess I can't look at it as "oh fuck, i'm doomed". Even if it's not really treatable. He suggested talking to Westmead hospital and maybe trying some Psycotherapy.

I am now crazy enought to get paid for being crazy. He said he is going to try his hardest to get me the disability pension cause there is no way I will be able to work for at least two years. Heh.

MEH

Anyone want to trade heads?