I’m a huge fan of exercise. Don’t get me wrong – I’m as lazy as the next person, but gee it helps.
My BPD had two close friends called Anxiety and Depression (it’s very common for BPD suffers to have comorbid mood disorders.)
When the behavioural symptoms of my BPD finally packed their bags and I dropped them at the train station, unfortunately the two insidious cousins remained behind (shuffling their feet and whistling shiftily.)
These days, exercise is one of the strategies I use to keep my unruly house guests in check. The benefits are multi-faceted. Firstly, I expend my excess adrenalin that could otherwise feed the anxiety. (I like to think of Anxiety lying on the floor, exhausted, wearing running shorts and hilarious sweat-bands and whimpering “I’m sure I should be worried about XYZ, but my glutes hurt too much.”)
I also get the benefit of improved mood for Depression (who generally just pokes her tongue out at me childishly but does leave me alone for a while.)
The point is, when dealing with BPD, anxiety or depression (or the hilarious frat party that is all three at once), I learnt that I needed a multi-layered approach. Exercise is one bit. The other bits are diet, medication and psychotherapy. It’s certainly a challenge, and the wheels frequently come off…but it works.