A wonderful poem by Nobel Laureate, poet and playwright Derek Walcott, who died today. Many, when despairing, have found this helpful. It is the opposite of where I’m at today, but I have to believe that I’ll feel like this one day….
I feel like such a long, long way from this. But my therapist is helping me to take down the letters from the bookshelf. She has my heart – until I can give it back to the stranger who has loved me.
Life in a Bind - BPD and me 
March 18, 2017 at 4:06 am
Thank you for sharing this! It’s lovely.
I very much hope you arrive at the point where you feel you can love yourself dearly, where you can feast on your own life.
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April 21, 2017 at 9:33 pm
Thank you so much, I’m glad you liked it 🙂 I hope we will both arrive there, in the not too distant future xx
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