19Dec 2017 by Linda Bayley

Keeping up appearances

Self-Esteem
My best friend, who we'll call JDS for now, is a photographer. He's also one of a handful of people that I can count on to tell me the truth when my thinking is skewed. One area where my thinking is often skewed is in my self-image. As my psychiatrist once put it, I am short of stature and overweight. Over the years, people that I trust have told me that I should get a bust reduction, that I should get my eyebrows waxed, that I have too much hair in the wrong spots. All of this means that I will never again pose happily in a bathing suit like I did in this picture, not even if I have water wings. Because my body is not right. JDS and…
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18Dec 2017 by Linda Bayley

We should talk about this

Stigma
Today I noticed that the Twitter hashtag #MyMentalHealthIn5Words was trending. I had a look at what people were posting, and then made my contribution: We should talk about this. Mental health and mental illness both seem to be in the news a lot these days. Just this morning, the radio told me that the suicide rate in Bhutan is going up. (Sorry, I can't find the programme reference to point you to.) We're hearing constantly about the opioid crisis in Canada. We're hearing about our military veterans and their families, struggling to cope with what they've been through. And yet... we're not talking. We're talking in broad terms, of course. Like, Wow, there's an epidemic of depression / addiction / PTSD out there and we should really do something about…
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16Dec 2017 by Linda Bayley

Your Loved

Affirmation
  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…
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