Along the borderlands

I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder in 2007. Since then, I’ve been working to understand my illness and build skills through the study and practice of Dialectical Behavioral Therapy (DBT) and Acceptance-Commitment Therapy (ACT).

I’m a perfectly defective person trying to create a life worth living in a culture that devalues me on a daily basis. It’s not just me: it’s probably you, your mother, your friends, and the horse you rode in on too. If you’re a nutjob, differently shaped or colored, wired for sound rather than speed, you’re one of us. You might find something worthwhile here, though in life there are no guarantees.borderline art

All things being slightly skewed, I find myself working in the mental health field with others who walk the Borderlands. It’s not perfect but it certainly is interesting. I learn a lot from hanging out with and advocating for the disenfranchised five days a week. Like the fact that the human brain is prone to endless variations, the feathers of sub-tropical birds on the wing. There are deviants and angels and demons among us, more accurately, they are us.

To understand the lay of these lands, one must visit the places of the Damned. There’s a hell of a lot of darkness—there’s screaming, there are tears, the gut-wrenching witnesses that shred the clothes from their flesh and pull out chunks of hair. There is the suffering of loneliness and the longing for an end that only death can bring. And then there’s the light, so bright that it blinds and burns the white hot mist from your eyes stinging you into awareness and you cry out for the love of this Life. Bitter and terrible and oh so sweet. That’s my life, maybe yours, most definitely the collective “ours”.

Amazing and brutal and true. Welcome to the Borderlands.


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