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In order to move forward in life, it is essential to revisit your past.

It is often suggested to “move on” or “ignore” the events which cause one distress. It is a skill to use but an act of courage when to use it. I am a survivor of abuse, at best all forms of abuse with a continuum mild to severe. I started seeing world in the easiest way, polarized. It was either people love me or hate me, two couldn’t exist in the same space. It was either I was wanted or unwanted. It was either I am born for a purpose or I am incapable.

Gradually, it became unusually abnormal, I would trust with all my belief in humanity or I would completely disconnect from people. You either support me the way it helps me, empowers me or you stand against me. I decided to fight the battles all by myself. These battles included, the fear of being abandoned, the stigma attached to mental health and ruminate over traumatic experiences of abuse.

While many articles and stories explain the symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder in detail, I want to attempt to express the struggles of unlearning what is taught and re-learn how to live with my own defects. I have volunteered to take therapeutic support and psychiatric medication for three years aiming to feel better and reduce my pain. I was and I am afraid to die by suicide. That is not the purpose of my life and this agency was enriched in my disorganized thought pattern via therapeutic support.

It came with self-doubt and lack of consistent support over the years to believe in myself. I always constructed the image of self-enmeshed with my family’s concept, belief system and rituals. It did always elicit thoughts of moral judgement but a woman in the Indian society is treated like a non-verbal animal. You are expected to pretend to be mute than opinionate or put it forth. May be this piece is a result of one such act.

It is events like these where a person diagnosed with BPD begins questioning their self-worth. This begins the triggering point to invite the process of rumination. For an individual like me, I question myself worth and relive each traumatic memory of abuse if It was meant to happen to me because I’ll never be enough for anyone, not even myself. Therapy did train me to understand that this feeling arises from the symptoms as a sufferer, but no one tells you the algorithm or formula of having a basis in reality which strengthens a BPD patient feeling lonely, unworthy, and being isolated.

People today don’t have relational boundaries, there is over crowding or absolutely no contact. Is this not a conflict at stand? Imagine all those therapies, medicines, and efforts to constantly become comfortable with the grey areas of life, and you are expected to accept reality the next minute. Reality today revolves around everyone wanting attention to the extent they manipulate relationships, they all want to become popular, they all want to be known and there is increased physical intimacy irrespective of traditional ground rules. Ethics and rules are applied where convenient, the difference is stated when suitable and the policies are followed when plausible. What happened to ideas of comfort and love of your dear ones, what happened to stories of trust and faith? A person with BPD does feel immensely more than any one of you, but when their assumptions see face of reality, they begin to realise, they will never be enough, never for their parents, partner or self. They choose animals over humans and view the fakeness of today’s social media to damage their personal life.

In this racing world today, a patient with BPD is not dramatic, is not insane, is not feeling too much. I differ here, they reflect on their past to move forward because their childhood reality constructed them and they believe, feelings need to be respected. When she found herself lost in the crowd, she experienced anxiety. Little did anyone notice, she kept her eyes down, became quiet because she was fighting with the inner beast of her illness, of feeling lost. When she couldn’t take it, she ran to therapy, cried all night, deliberately harm herself and then create a scene, it was a cry for help to be saved because no one wants to die by suicide. That she is I, that girl is a woman who went through feeling unsafe and still does, creates a scene, is labeled negative and still continues to live. When I stand by my people, they see the world I show them in their misery because they are protected from the violence of my inner thoughts and failing self.

Empathy goes beyond the dogma of polarized thinking for a BPD but no one questions that for our humanity, because it is convenient to all, all of you family, friends and the fake world of humanity!

I am hurting today but smiling because my world is insane but sanity exists in my acceptance of my own self – Celebrating being a woman, survivor, psychologist.

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