This post is about highlighting the work of a woman who is making it her mission to dispel the myths surrounding Borderline Personality Disorder as well as mental health issues in general. I find most everything she writes about spot on as far as the struggles the traumatized face in their journey to become whole. Joyce maintains a blog, Make BPD Stigma-Free! on WordPress as well as a Facebook page. It is worth taking a look-see if you or someone you love fights the good fight against mental illness.
And I would encourage readers to take this one step further. Look deep into these words. Try to see past the fear you may feel when reading such powerful messages from a dark place within a person. See if you can connect with their fears, desperation to express and be heard, deepest desires to be whole and worthy. I believe we can begin to work past our fears of mental illness and all its implications by reading poetry such as Joyce’s. Inside, there is a beautiful being speaking some tough but enlightening truths. If you can get past those fears, see the traumatized person with love, the outcome can be the highest expression of divine compassion.
Every morning, I put on my armour,
To protect me from their poisoned tongues,
Each arrow pierces my soul,
With each one I die a little more each day,
How much dying can one take till they are truly dead?
I am not full of life,
I am not dead,
I am numb and feel nothing.
I am past feeling the pain,
Eventually you don’t feel anymore.
How does one feel so hollow, so empty?
A shell of a person?
How do you get past pain to nothingness?
How do you feel less than nothing?
What a curse it is,
To take on the world’s pain upon your shoulders,
Their anger, their fear,
To feel the darkness of a million souls,
All screaming in your head,
And filling your heart.
To feel it as your own.
And you can never stop the floodgate of emotions that wash over you,
Dragon flames licking at your heels,
As you try to climb out of the hell that’s your life,
Only to be pulled back by your demons to be tortured anew,
When will it end?
– By Joyce Savage.