Some people like labels. Some people don’t. I maintain that knowing my label of BPD has helped me understand myself for the first time ever and my other label of recurrent depressive disorder helps me through days like today where I feel down for no “real” reason.
Here are some labels Porglet Minimus came home from school with yesterday. Her classmates each picked a word to describe her and the teacher then wrote it on a post-it note and stuck it on her (wish I’d seen that!). Amongst purely descriptive words about her appearance, the following labels were applied:
Maybe we should write some of our own positive labels and stick them to ourselves for those “meh” days?