I had always been the odd one out. Periods of isolation,
enthusiasm, obsession, and short-lived friendships were normal for me. I
thought it was just girl-drama – that nobody was really as close as those best friends that they portray on
television. I didn’t realize or understand that my clique-jumping and inability
to really get close to someone (without becoming obsessive, envious, or
eventually angry) was really the early stages of my Borderline Personality
Disorder rearing its head. I also...
