Pretty much weekly I get messages from people who are desperate to help a loved one with a mental illness. She has been living with bipolar disorder for 18 years and has written more than 1000 articles on the subject.I hear versions of this story over and over, my child/parent/sibling/friend/spouse is sick and won’t get help for their mental illness. And sometimes you have to accept not everyone with a mental illness will get help. I don’t know whether he’ll even live to tell the tale. I don’t just willy-nilly tell people to distance themselves from intractable crazy for no reason, I tell them this because they need to be told. Find more of Natasha’s work in her new book: Lost Marbles: Insights into My Life with Depression & Bipolar.Randi Kreger has brought the concerns of people who have a family member with borderline personality disorder (BPD) and narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) to an international forefront through her best-selling books, informative website, and popular online family support community Welcome to Oz.If you're reading this blog, perhaps someone you know—maybe even you—has been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder.However, like most victims of a scam, they’ve been willing targets.
If several of these sound familiar, there is good news. Personality disorders can vary greatly between individuals, something that can complicate a diagnosis.According to the Mayo Clinic, personality disorders are grouped into clusters with similar disorders based on the types of behaviors patients exhibit. Natasha Burgert claims that people searching for health information over the Internet often get distracted by information that makes them emotional.Dealing with a personality disorder can be incredibly difficult, whether you’re the one suffering or you’re offering a friend or family member support with their condition.These problems normally require the help of a professional who is knowledgeable and has the resources available to truly offer relief.I remember playing video games, I remember playing on the lawn, I remember how he screamed when he broke his arm, I remember how thrilled he was when he got a remote-controlled car for Christmas, and I remember the way he used to twirl his hair around his finger so it was always in knots. And now he is an abusive, destructive force that no one can stand to be around lest they get pulled into convincing delusions and psychoses or have to fear his violent rage.