Hello, my name is Ace but you can call me Nicholas, Nich or anything that comes to your mind. I’m 20 years old and I have just watched some mental illness take away from me almost everything that I had fought for. Have been inpatient for anorexia nervosa in 6 months now and, some months ago my therapist, which is specialized in eating disorders, sent me to have some appointments with another therapist because she noticed that I had something else going on, other than anorexia. After some appointments, he comes in my room with 4 names in the papers; Obsessive compulsive disorder , Post traumatic stress disorder, Borderline personality disorder and Schizophrenia. He guide me about a treatment I will need to follow in a clinic for these diagnoses when I’m discharged from my eating disorder treatment and leaves my room for the last time, saying: “that’s it Ace, it was good to get to know you.” Know me? Or know my diagnoses? I find myself wondering...and then I realize that I just got 4 more labels to society act like they know how I am. But they don’t, because I’m more than this. I’m more than these disorders and diagnoses.
I’m still on my way to accept these labels and myself, but now at a healthy weight and bmi 20, I decided to create this account to share my way to acceptance, my way to know myself again, victories, challenges regarding all my diagnoses, feelings and thoughts, and my struggles.
Because things must be a little messy now, but if it was easy to deal with all this, I would not need help.
But just because I need help, doesn’t mean I’m my diagnoses. I’m more than labels. I’m a person. I’m Ace. Nicholas. Nich. Or as I said: whatever comes to your mind. 🌻