The problem with a mental illness being derived by a set of certain symptoms, is that divergence from the norm is defined subjectively.
Achievement and failure exist only as a construct, a way to judge others and my sickness, my health and my worth has nothing to do with either.
I googled ‘famous people who have borderline’ but I shouldn’t have. Amy Winehouse, Marilyn Monroe, Britney Spears. All touted as hysterical, unstable women.
This world built me without boundaries, brought me up to accept authority, to obey and to work in the system. I was preprogrammed to play my docile part.
It’s not what I know I’ve done. But what I don’t know I’ve done. Yawning black holes of nothingness taunt me with their awful possibilities.