For the first time in a long time I feel truly alive. I’ve been working towards a simple life. One where I am genuinely happy. Where BPD is part of me, but not how I define myself. One where anxiety is still there but no longer over takes my world. To the point I can look at my past and see it as just that my past. To look upon my experiences as a lesson not a burden. BPD reared its ugly head but quickly I was able to pull myself back. To feel what I’m feeling and know its ok to not be ok.