My Identity was stolen from me. Not in the "usual" way you may see. I have all my valuables...I just lost Me. I've tried to find her but she's long gone. She ran before they left her... Now I stare into the mirror, slowly tapping the glass. Only emptiness looks back at me. My true identity was stolen from me. The thief..BPD. I was recently diagnosed and wrote from my own inspiration. I am just learning about BPD but it has made me feel like I am truly being heard and for once not alone.