Your Loved
I want to tell you about what I saw yesterday. I'm trying not to use clichés, trying to come up with utterly original language to convey this amazing thing. I've finally decided that utterly original language is not what's needed here. I don't need to be perfect (although everyone with BPD needs to be perfect). I saw this sticky note on the wall of the bus I was riding. It took me a moment to understand what I was reading, but once I did, all I could think of was whether I could get a picture before I had to get off the bus. It was just about the most beautiful thing I'd seen all day. "Your Loved," the note said. The BPD brain said, "That's not how you…