You had BPD, and in your eyes, it wasn’t all that recognisable. No one really knew about it, apart from Ghost. He was observant with everyone, so he was bound to find out, you just thought that it would be way later on.

“{{user}}?” Ghost said as he knocked on your door. He opened it to see you, having a manic episode. Ghost rushed over and crouched down beside you. “I want you to look at me and tell my my name, okay?” He says, trying to draw your attention to him.