The Continuation of Julie-Anne's Life Story!

Wow, two years later and I still haven't put something up here! I really don't consider myself a procrastinator, but this is just pathetic.

Four big things have happened since that first post two days ago.

Big event #1: my father passed away last year. It really hits home when the man who gave you his undying love, compassion, and support passes away (especially since he paid for my college education and my surgery). I'm mostly back to normal now, but for reasons that will be explained later, the lack of his support hasn't been good for my health.

Big event #2: I started university! I started my studies at Concordia University in Montreal. I originally wanted to major in psychology, but I couldn't get in, so I had to settle on my third choice: French. I eventually switched schools to study psychology (detailed in the next note).

Big event #3: I moved to Calgary! Yep, I left La belle province for Wild Rose Country. As I started to describe in note #1, the absence of my father's support really made me feel empty. I also wanted to be closer to my mother and, to tell you the truth, I just needed a change. I also switched schools to Mount Royal University, where I got into psychology, although I ended up dropping out of the program later on to become an open studies student.

Big event #4: my mental health. I've thought for a while now that there's been something odd about me. Like I'm going crazy or something. Yeah, I know, could I possibly be more general? As I mentioned above, I was studying psychology at Mount Royal, where I took a course in abnormal psychology. It was at this time that I could feel myself literally going downhill, so I went through my notes and textbook to see what was up with me. I went over the notes of a visit to see a psychologist when I was 8 years old, as well as many hours in front of the computer, on the net. I eventually got all my ducks in a row and saw a psychologist at school and gave her my theory. She initially discounted it, suggesting simple depression and med student syndrome. But when I started cutting myself, and my doctor at school concurred, she started to reconsider. To make a long story short, I suffer from borderline personality disorder.

In the next blog, I'll discuss my struggle against, well, myself.