And I finished it – finally!

31 Days of BPD

It took me 5 months to complete a 1 month challenge BUT IT IS DONE. I’m super excited because I never thought I was going to get there.

Please click on the links to take you to each post. They’ll also always be stored in the 31 Days of BPD tab down the side of my blog for you to go back and look at.

  • Day 1: Think of the last time you were really angry. Why was that?
  • Day 2: Why did your last friendship end?
  • Day 3: Do you self-harm? If yes, how?
  • Day 4: Have you ever attempted suicide?
  • Day 5: Have you ever written a suicide note?
  • Day 6: How’s your love life?
  • Day 7: Have you ever dissociated? If so, how often?
  • Day 8: Do you have any other diagnoses? Which ones?
  • Day 9: Do you get mood swings?
  • Day 10: What kind of impulsive decisions have you made?
  • Day 11: Is there anything you do that helps keep you grounded?
  • Day 12: What’s your relationship with your family?
  • Day 13: Are you a perfectionist?
  • Day 14: Do you ever become obsessive?
  • Day 15: Have you ever changed your opinions, depending on the people you are with?
  • Day 16: Does your style (clothing, hair, etc.) change a lot?
  • Day 17: What are five of your biggest fears?
  • Day 18: Do you worry what people think of you?
  • Day 19: What are some lyrics that describe what you’re going through right now?
  • Day 20: How do you usually express yourself?
  • Day 21: How many people know about your diagnosis?
  • Day 22: What’s a random story from your childhood?
  • Day 23: How do you think other people see you?
  • Day 24: If you could pick one year of your life to give back and start over, which one would it be?
  • Day 25: What’s one thing you wish non-borderlines could understand?
  • Day 26: Name three fictional characters you relate to.
  • Day 27: Do you have any bad habits?
  • Day 28: Do you consider yourself high-functioning or low-functioning?
  • Day 29: If your mind was a house, what would the house look like?
  • Day 30: What is your “safe place” when you are upset? (This can also be a person.)
  • Day 31: Post a picture of yourself and tell us your story.
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Day 31: Post a picture of yourself and tell us your story.

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Here we are – the end. (It only took 5 months, I apologise!)

meeeeSo here I am. I’m Lauren Hayley Sowts and I’m 23 years old. I have the most incredible mum, boyfriend Nathan, and friends.

It’s hard to know what to write when you’re faced with ‘tell us your story’, so I’m going to give you a quick timeline and bulletpoint it for you all to see:

  • Aged 11 – Abuse from an uncle
  • Aged 12 – First (and only) time to properly self harm
  • Aged 13 – Sexual abuse, from another uncle
  • Aged 14 – Anxiety attacks begin
  • Aged 15 – Anxiety attacks 2 or 3 times a day and hello depression
  • Aged 16 – The deepest and most consistant depression I’ve ever faced
  • Aged 17 – Anxiety prevents me from eating – drop 2 st
  • Aged 18 – Come into recovery from the eating disorder caused by anxiety
  • Aged 19/20/21 – Consistantly up and down
  • Aged 22 – Diagnosed with BPD and Cyclothymia
  • Aged 23 – Anxiety at an all time low and taking its form in Agoraphobia

I think it’s safe to say I’d like just one normal year. My life is one thing after another all the time. It’s so draining.

But luckily for me, I have a creative streak and this is the only thing that can take my mind off all the rubbish. I write (obviously), I paint, I draw (not very well), I upcycle, I design – I do everything and anything that uses that fun part of my brain.

So that’s basically me. In a nutshell. Or the weird parts at least. You can find the more random parts here.

And now, because I’m crazy and haven’t got enough to do, I’m planning The Mental Health Art Auction in August. It uses my skills for a good cause and I need as many of you as possible to get on board and join the fight with me. If you are interested, please let me know so that we can make a real difference.

mental health art auction

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Day 30: What is your “safe place” when you are upset? (This can also be a person.)

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I guess my safe place is wherever someone I love is. And if they’re not around, my bedroom.

If I can’t be around someone that means the world to me, then I don’t want to be around anyone.

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Ironically, because I now can’t get on trains because of my anxiety, London St Pancras is actually another ‘safe place’ of mine. OK hear me out – I know it’s weird. It’s the complete opposite. Crowded. Busy. Noisy.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been, but there’s a Starbucks made completely of glass walls that looks over the train timetables and the rest of the station. And this is where I like to sit. To the point where I’ve purposely missed trains in the past so that I can sit there longer.

I’m separated from the rest of the crazy London life, because I’m behind glass, and it puts reality back in check for me. Everyone is without a doubt annoyed and in a bad mood all the time. Typical London communiting mentality. And I don’t know if you’ve ever been to London, but if you have, you’ll know that noone interacts with eachother. It’s very singular. Everyone is out for themselves.

It’s basically the opposite of me.

I’m originally from a small town about 90 miles out of London, and the city and the people in it are completely different from that. But whilst I think an occasional ‘hello’ wouldn’t go a miss and it doesn’t mean the person next to you is trying to stab you, I think they have it right about being about themselves sometimes.

Obviously I’m only talking about commutes here. I know Londoners aren’t selfish and as hard faced as they seem down on the tube or walking through Oxford Street. They’re just sick of people as I would be if there were constantly 500 people in my way when all I wanted was to get to work or buy a pint of milk. But that’s the impression they give off in these busy, crowded, fast-pased situations, getting annoyed about the most trivial things.

So as I sit in that very Starbucks – on the high chairs facing out to the station – I watch people. Annoyed because someone just bumped into them in their panic to catch their train. Looking at their watch in horror because they’ve been delayed by fifteen minutes.

I watch people from all walks of life. Definitely not just those stereotypical Londoners. But people from all over the world after the train connections from Gatwick Airport and the Eurostar. These people are the opposite. Happy. Excited. Just wait until they get further towards the exit and notice the place they’ve chosen to come on holiday is most definitely now raining. 

I just find it interesting. It makes me desire the trivial problems instead of what’s going on in my head, and it makes me realise that sometimes I just have to do things for myself and not everyone around me. On the flipside, as the French and Japanese and Spanish and Indian and American all walk through, it reminds me where I am. In the center of London which is so easy and close for me to get to. I’m on holiday – enjoy it.

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Day 29: If your mind was a house, what would the house look like?

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Please note that I also have Cyclothymia

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I’m aware that I’m brilliant on Paint, you don’t have to tell me…

Here’s my mind – as a house.

As soon as I saw this question I knew exactly what I was going to draw because I knew exactly what it would look like. It’s like my mind’s already thought about this metaphor at some point or another.

So the first two floors are cramped. It’s confusing and I feel trapped when I’m in them. It feels like there’s no way out and I’m beyond anxious – this is Depression.

When I climb the stairs further, I reach normality. I reach that haven of feeling just as everyone else. It’s simple here – so sometimes I choose to take a seat, but more often than not, I don’t, and I decide to keep climbing. My mind constantly searching for more.

This is when Hypomania kicks in. The party floor. The fantastic floor. It feels amazing. But noone is able to keep this state up for long. And so inevitably, I fall down the slide rapidly and hit rock bottom once again.

My brain needs to learn to just shutup and take a bloody seat.
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Day 28: Do you consider yourself high-functioning or low-functioning?

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Some quick definitions first from BPD Central so we know what these terms mean:

Characteristics of lower-functioning,”conventional” BPs:

  1. They cope with pain mostly through self-destructive behaviors such as self-injury and suicidality. The term for this is”acting in.”
  2. They acknowledge they have problems and seek help from the mental health system, often desperately. Some are hospitalized for their own safety.
  3. They have a difficult time with daily functioning and may even be on government disability. This is called low functioning.
  4. If they have overlapping, or co-occurring, disorders, such as an eating disorder or substance abuse, the disorder is severe enough to require professional treatment.
  5. Family members’ greatest challenges include finding appropriate treatment, handling crises (especially suicide attempts), feelings of guilt, and the financial burden of treatment. Parents fear their child won’t be able to live independently.

Higher-functioning, invisible BPs:

  1. They strongly disavow having any problems, even tiny ones. Relationship difficulties, they say, are everyone else’s fault. If family members suggest they may have BPD, they almost always accuse the other person of having it instead.
  2. They refuse to seek help unless someone threatens to end the relationship. If they do go to counseling, they usually don’t intend to work on their own issues. In couple’s therapy, their goal is often to convince the therapist that they are being victimized.
  3. They cope with their pain by raging outward, blaming and accusing family members for real or imagined problems.
  4. They hide their low self-esteem behind a brash, confident pose that masks their inner turmoil. They usually function quite well at work and only display aggressive behavior toward those close to them. Family members say these people bring to mind Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
  5. If they also have other mental disorders, they’re ones that also allow for high functioning, such as narcissistic personality disorder (NPD).
  6. Family members’ greatest challenges include coping with verbal, emotional, and sometimes physical abuse; trying to convince the BP to get treatment; worrying about the effects of BPD behaviors on their other children; quietly losing their confidence and self-esteem; and trying—and failing—to set limits. By far, the majority of Welcome to Oz (WTO) members have a borderline partner.

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Based on these, I think I’m somewhere inbetween (that’s right, I’m sitting on the fence!).

Like someone with low-functioning BPD, I seek help. I know I need help and I’m desperate for it. I often struggle with daily tasks and the people that know me most are always trying to find appropriate treatment for me.

But like someone with high-functioning BPD, I rage outward and blame everyone else around me. I also put on a brave-face and pretend confidence around everyone else to fool them that I’m fine.

Is it possible to me middle-functioning BPD? Apparently I have just have the bad aspects of both – brilliant! But maybe that’s partly due to my Cyclothymia as well.

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Day 27: Do you have any bad habits?

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Bad habits. Hhmm. Doesn’t everyone?

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I’m impulsive. But not in a good way. I’m impulsive in a destructive way and I’m too anxious to do anything impulsively fun.

I’m obsessive. A little bit. Sometimes.

My boyfriend would say my worst habit is walking out of the room half way through an argument or always wanting to get my own way.

Being lazy which then makes me more anxious because I have so much to do in such a short amount of time.

Inevitably always getting paint on everything. 

Eating rubbish and ordering takeaways even when I have food in the house and no money.

The list is most likely endless if you ask any of my friends – but I think I’m going to stop now – because this is coming way too easily to me. I wonder how easy it would be to name good habits?

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Day 26: Name three fictional characters you relate to.

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I’m struggling with this one. Does anyone have a good answer?

I can’t think of a single character and I’ve been trying since I began this whole challenge – except from Agnes in Despicable Me – and that’s just because she likes unicorns!

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Can anyone else think of anyone?

(I’ll move straight onto Day 27 now so that you can at least have a little bit of potentially interesting reading!)

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Day 25: What’s one thing you wish non-borderlines could understand?

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Confession: I’m purely writing another 31 Days post today so that I don’t have to look at Day 24 everytime I look at the top of my blog. It wasn’t an answer I was particulary comfortable writing. 

This question comes a lot easier to me though. There’s a few things actually. And most of them are probably directed towards what I wish my boyfriend had known when we first met – because I’m pretty good at masking my feelings with everyone except for him.

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  1. I’m not being a bitch on purpose I promise. It’s like something takes over me and I have no control of what I’m doing or saying. Just give me 10 minutes to be on my own, let me apologise afterwards and things will go back to normal.
  2. When I ignore you, I’m not ignoring you. When I’m hurt or frustrated my mind goes completely blank – I have no words to say.
  3. Don’t try to be funny when I’m in an awful mood. I’m not asking you to change your personality so don’t make out as though I expect you to change, but don’t purposely wind me up. I can’t take it and I will lash out at you.

Simple. Take note, pay attention and try and be a little sympathetic – even though I know I don’t always deserve it.

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Day 24: If you could pick one year of your life to give back and start over, which one would it be?

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There are quite a few years that were definitely not fun.

At 14 I was panicked everyday.
At 15 I was depressed.
At 16 I was probably in the deepest depression I’ve ever endured.
At 17 I stopped eating.

I could go on. I think it’s fair to say that my teenage years were the worst. They were awful. Everyone hates the idea of turning 20 when they’re 19, because it sounds a lot more grown up – but for me I loved it. I loved the idea that I was no longer in a period of time that I considered so traumatic.

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But if I had to chose one stand-out year that I’d change, it would be 13. Not because it’s the beginning of the dreaded teenage-dom, but because that’s when it happened.

On May 1st this year, it will be 10 years since everything changed. I was a normal 13 year old who was then ‘sexually abused’ I guess you’d call it, by an uncle of mine. I don’t like calling it that though. 10 years on I still don’t think it feels like it should be called something that bad.

Anyway. That’s the year. That’s when it all started. And that’s the year I’d change.
End of post.

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Day 23: How do you think other people see you?

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This is a completely different answer depending upon who you’re referring to.

My mum sees me as brave, and able to do anything.
My boyfriend sees me as a bit weird, but loves everything weird about me.
My best friends think I’m crazy, but I wouldn’t be their friend if I wasn’t.
My acquaintances probably see me as normal, easy going and friendly.

I never have much self-doubt when it comes to others’ feelings about me. I think they’re all nuts for caring sometimes, but I do believe them because they demonstrate it through everything that they do.

Sometimes I lose that trust in a moment, but it always comes back and I always know at the back of my mind.

The only time this massively changes is when I’m dissociating and that’s more to do with strangers rather than people I know anyway. The doubt in myself rears its ugly head and everywhere I go everyone is watching me.

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I walk down the street and I can feel people’s eyes burning a hole through me. They’re judging me on everything I do, the way I move, the way I look.

It’s awful – but it never lasts long and then comes relief. And normality. For a while.

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