The Beautiful Borderline book poetry memoir BPD Personality Disorder self-love

Description: The Beautiful Borderline is a poetic account of a young woman's journey through abuse and neglect as a child as well as her struggle as an adult navigating its consequences, CPTSD and Borderline Personality Disorder. K.C. Sewly puts into words the feelings many young people feel but are unable to speak. A tireless advocate for people suffering from personality disorders, anxiety, and depression, K C Sewly shows the reader candidly and with humility, the path she took on the journey to self-love and self-acceptance, including the stumbles along the way. The Beautiful Borderline shows the reader they are not alone in their journey and that every step and every fall is worth it in the end. Her message is one of tenacity of spirit and determination to understand the people who hurt her with the ultimate goal being forgiveness, including self-forgiveness. The Beautiful Borderline is a journey into self-love like no other. 130 pages From Rooms"It takes time to know who you are and even more time to be okay with it or to change it, so every once in a while it feels really nice when someone lays their head back and tells me that it’s really comfortable here.There’s always that place inside you, you know, a place that no one sees unless you let them. You can always know who you are that way. I have a friend who started creating his room really young. He needed to. He’d been beaten and raped so many times. He needed control, everything to be in its place. He needed peace.There is soft music flowing in his room, and art, and stars like mine, and when I go there I can fall into his gentleness so completely, sometimes I never want to leave."Foster CareThey are a couple who have offered to sharetheir home. He stays up with me for a latenight snack of ice creamwondering about my life, wondering what isin my head…wondering.At the next place, children surround thefoster mom’s body like little mice, scurryingaround happily for her attention.Big woman. Big chest.She hugs you from a mile away.Another couple, this time reserved,cookies on the counter uneaten confuse me.Big religion, the Antichrist, the Rapture,things I do not understand.I do not understandother people’s homes, open, yet walled off.Laminated. Opaque. Secretless.Though I wait with them, I cannot touch theirdustless shelves.Don’t they know, I’m not this doll.The Love I Must Learn to Give When I was young I ran to people,ran into people, crash,with no one to pick upthe pieces but me.I’m beautiful, my heart is, I know,but sometimes I’m astwisted inside as a baobab,unsettled as a tornado.At these times, I cannot run to anyone,because I know, no man,no one, nothing can save me,except the love I must learn to give myself.LoveIf in the course of ourwaiting, our disillusion,and our thousandth little death,a warm hand comes to gently touch us,a kind face looks withacceptance upon our own,to see us as we’ve wanted to be seen,to see all the world has stained in us as pure,to sponge and sift and show us our new selveswith each word and each touch,understanding our frailty and withoutjudgment, rendering strength.If all this human honesty, this beauty andtransparency, for even one moment weattempt to return,we have loved.

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