There are complicated reasons I ended up this way, most of them sad and having taken place when I was a kid and had no say over what happened to me, and not worth burdening you with here. There is also a silver lining to my disorder—it has made me a very empathetic person who is able to live most happily in her imagination, where she can control everything—in other words, it made me a writer. So I’m not saying being a Borderline is all bad, though I am working very hard to correct it. I hope to remain a writer, even after the disorder that made me one goes away.
