“Thank you for your post about a BPD’s thought garden. My daughter is 21 with BPD and I think you’ve captured beautifully how your minds have learned to think. Like I love her, I bet you have people who love you, and we would all like to be full time weed pullers in your gardens to help you see yourselves the way we see you. I do recognize that until you love yourself it is very hard to believe others love you, let alone feel their love. Your post ignited my compassion, which admittedly sometimes wanes. Today as I dropped my daughter off, I said, “love you, pretty girl”. She didn’t respond and that’s okay. I keep planting seeds. I don’t want to say too much. I just want to compliment and thank you in hopes you will plant this seed in your garden and know that you aren’t speaking into a void. And the next time someone says I love you to you, plant it deep and water it. For I’m sure anyone that can share her heart the way you did is completely lovable, just like my daughter. Thank you.”
MY RESPONSE:
Toni, thanks for taking the time to read any piece of literature about borderline personality disorder. I wish I could perfectly convey how much your comment means to me, and please keep telling your daughter beautiful things and we can both continue to pray that eventually she hears it. We (PwBPD) aren’t completely deaf to the positive, it’s that the negative noise makes it so hard to comprehend.
The World in Black and White 