as much as it sucks to deal with borderline crap, it really helps me calm down when I realize I’m exhibiting the symptoms of the disorder. Instead of, you know, actually experiencing the stuff I make out to be waywayWAY worse in my head.
There’s a sort of comfort in remembering “Hey man, you’re a little crazy right now, you’re falling right into the disorder, but it’s okay, because that means what you think is happening actually isn’t.“
hope you don’t mind Eden, but i’m reblogging this because so many people have asked me what the point of publications like the DSM V is, and it’s exactly this. Diagnosing people and labeling their conditions isn’t just to make psychs feel good or because they ‘like labels’, but so that those affected can have a way to articulate their experiences, seek relevant treatment, and find support in similarly diagnosed individuals.