I was officially diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. When I was younger, I always felt like I didn’t fit in with people my age. They were always happy, and I didn’t know how to be happy. It was either sadness, numbness, or just a euphoric feeling of happiness, then back to sadness. Most of my life my parents worked, so after school we were either at a babysitter or with my sister. I saw my dad when he went to work and when he got home. My mom used to work night shifts with a nursing company that did in-home health care for elderly people so they wouldn’t have to go to a nursing home. I only saw her in the morning before school. By the time I got home, she had to go to work, so I rarely saw her. In my teen life, I had trouble with my anger, so my siblings didn’t really want to hang out with me. I spent most of my teen life alone. I didn’t really have friends. I had people I called friends, but I don’t think they considered me a friend. They just played with me because that’s what we did at school. Fast forward to my adult life, I’ve been battling depression since I was a kid. What I thought was just depression going into therapy was actually Borderline Personality Disorder. I’ve been in therapy for about 3 months now and hope to get better answers about my BPD. In 2017, I found your son’s music as he was known online as Juice Wrld. He was a lifesaver when I had bad days and wanted to not hang out with people and just stay in bed. I loved how he cared about his fans and what they were going through. He wasn’t afraid to say what was on his mind. His music really touched me deeply. If I could have met him I would say he helped save my life. Long live Juice Wrld. #999
