Duality: Lessons from DBT

May is National Mental Health Month. So far this year, I’ve tried to be even more open about my journey with borderline personality disorder (BPD), and I like to think my first step in doing this was my initial post on what it’s like to deal with the illness. Since January, I’ve embarked on an emotional journey full of successes, failures, and–perhaps most important–moments in between.

Last week, I finished a three-and-a-half month dialectical behavioral therapy (DBT) course recommended by my therapist. DBT is a framework that focuses on “dialectics,” or the concept of opposing ideas existing at once, through four distinct modules: mindfulness, emotion regulation, distress tolerance, and interpersonal effectiveness. Dialectical thinking itself is often hard for someone with BPD to understand, as we often operate in a state of black-and-white thinking (i.e., “This person will never love me,” or, “This illness will always prevent me from pursuing my goals”). DBT helps find the gray area, reminds us that harmony between dichotomies can exist–good and bad, never and always, logic and emotion, all and nothing, self-respect and respect for others–and that recognizing and forming balance between the black and the white is how we can begin to heal.

So every Wednesday for sixteen weeks, I gathered with a group of individuals across backgrounds to learn about the fundamentals of the skills surrounding DBT, led by an expert instructor and social worker. We all showed up around that wooden table for different reasons–some of us dealing with addiction recovery, some working on coming to terms with past trauma, and some, like me, trying to find middle ground within the opposing forces in their brains.

At first, it was hard to fathom. It seemed like an intangible set of principles that I felt I’d never grasp. Sometimes, it still feels that way. But the biggest thing I’ve taken away from DBT is that a lot of these skills have been within me all along–I just needed to hone them. Here are some of my biggest takeaways from this course. Writing them down, I think, is a form of practice–and I strongly encourage anyone who might be looking for different ways to build a life worth living to research DBT.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop learning or practicing. But now that I have the tools, I’m slowly beginning the process of building up my life again.

Use “and,” not “but.”

This might appear to be a small, even insignificant change, but practicing it in speech and thought has really made a difference for me. As I said, DBT is about the nature of duality in our everyday lives. It’s easy to say something like, “I’m a good person, but I struggle with mental health.”

Yet, both are true. One does not negate the other. Struggling with mental health does not change the fact that you are a good person. Saying, “I’m a good person, and I struggle with mental health” recognizes both realities without invalidating either one.

  • I have BPD, and I am working on improving my life.
  • I am a good writer, and I am bad at math.
  • I can be highly emotional, and I can make rational decisions.

When someone asks me to explain dialectical thinking now, I often reference the use of “and,” not “but.” “And” statements create thought patterns that are nonjudgmental, allowing two thoughts to exist at once that a black-and-white mindset might frame as opposing forces. We’re often our own harshest critics, and learning how to look at ourselves without judgment is difficult. But this, at least to me, is a start.

Balance acceptance and change.

I hate this. I hate this. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. No, stop that. You’re fine. Get over it. I want to die…

Thoughts these are pretty common when you have BPD. You feel things–very strongly–and then berate yourself for feeling the way you do.

I’ve learned that part of growth within the context of DBT is accepting that feelings are just that: feelings. They are no more or less valid than anyone else’s, they are not “good” or “bad,” and all emotions come from somewhere. Accepting that you need both emotions and logic to orient yourself in the surrounding world is the first step in acknowledging feelings instead of pushing them away.

But acceptance does not equal defeatism. Acceptance does not mean, “I’m going to feel this way the rest of my life and I just have to deal with it.”

This is where change comes in. Yes, I feel things and feel them strongly, but how can I work on managing the intensity of my emotional reactions? What can I change about how I tolerate stressful situations? DBT provides a number of ways to identify certain triggers, situations, and aspects of relationships that elicit an emotional response and how to deal with them–whether it be through distress tolerance like distracting with a favorite activity, or “checking the facts” of a particular social situation when your emotions have taken the wheel.

I’m still learning how to find this balance, to allow myself to feel what I feel and–notice the conjunction I used there–work towards changing my mindset and some of my habits.

Communicate what you need from others.

This is the hardest skill for me. Another side of BPD is operating on the assumption that you are a burden, that your illness is yours to carry alone. DBT challenges this through its interpersonal effectiveness module, which helps people maintain effective relationships and foster safe spaces for ending damaging ones.

One of the very first assumptions we were asked to make as participants in DBT is that people are doing the best they can. Our loved ones are doing the most with the skills they have, and sometimes, it’s on us to fill in the gaps in terms of what we need from them–because no one is a mind-reader.

DBT provides a structure, called DEARMAN, for telling important people in our lives what we need from them. I practiced using this structure once so far, and every part of me seemed to reject the idea of asking for anything. What if I asked for too much? What if my needing something pushed them away? I looked down at my hands; I wrung my fingers, my voice shook. Something I need to reinforce for myself is the idea that asking for what you need is okay. The duality here is, of course, that people are doing the best they can, and there is room for them to improve–we just have to let them know what we need.

I struggle with this every day. Oftentimes, it feels easier to keep quiet, to avoid “bothering” those I care about. I can’t say that I’ve mastered this, and perhaps I never will. But if DBT has taught me anything, it’s not to say “never.”

Create a life worth living.

This is a tough one. It’s actually one of the primary goals of DBT: Skills for creating a life worth living. What does this mean, exactly?

To me, it’s letting DBT skills work in tandem: engaging thoughtfully with the world around you, learning how to tolerate stressful situations, regulating emotions, and interacting more effectively with others. This is not something you can achieve overnight, and I don’t know when I’ll wake up one day and decide I’ve done it successfully. Life ebbs and flows. There will be days when I feel I’ve taken twenty steps back, and days where I’ve made leaps forward. But the phrase from Rent I’ve had tattooed on my shoulder for six years, “No day but today,” is perhaps more important for me to remember than ever.

Creating a life worth living begins with taking each day and finding something good in it. Participating in activities that I know will make me happy (like sitting down to write this post). Setting small, manageable goals.

There will be days when I feel like I can’t do this or anything else I’ve outlined here. And that’s fine. Because of the dialectical nature of the world, there will be days I do just fine. And that’s fine too.

Feeling okay and feeling not-okay. Winning and losing. Crying and laughing. Loneliness and wholeness. Fear and comfort.

They exist at once, all around us. Our job as humans is to just embrace them all, wholeheartedly, as they come.

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When Someone with BPD Loves You

You see all these articles online: “How to Love Someone with Borderline,” “What to Do when a Loved One is Diagnosed with BPD,” and so on.

But what is it like to love someone and have BPD? How does it manifest, and how can you, as a neurotypical, interpret it?

For those recipients of such an illogical affection–this what it’s like to be the giver. This is how it feels to love with BPD.

1. I love you.

I know it isn’t fair to you. I know I can come on strong. The thing about BPD is it doesn’t let those it afflicts embrace balance. Every moment is either the best or the worst. Every word is either poetry or dribble, each speaker an angel or demon. And every individual close relationship carries the strength of a thousand.

So if I love you, I love you. I notice things you’d like in my day-to-day. I hear a song or come across an article that reminds me of you, and I tell you immediately. You’re someone I check in with regularly, someone I would do anything for. You’re one of my people.

But I can also be curt, even unkind, when the irrational thoughts in my head manifest themselves externally. There’s no excuse for the behavior: but know that it’s not anything you’re doing. It’s just my brain telling me I’m not worth having the wonderful relationship that I do with you. It’s my brain, painting a picture in black-and-white thinking only.

I love you, and I’m trying. Perhaps my behavior doesn’t always show it. But I love you, and I’m working on it. I’m communicating this to you as best I can. Because it’s what you deserve.

2. I know you love me, too (but I need to see it).

When you ask me, “Don’t you know how much I care for you?” I don’t have an answer, because the truth is, I do know. When I stop and think about all the important people in my life, the people who have stuck by me, you’re one of them. But I’m always afraid. Each time you come back around, I assume it is the last time. When we part, I imagine you forgetting about me in minutes. So, to protect myself, I operate on the belief that I am a relationship of convenience to you (and to everyone in my life). You’ll come to me when you need something from me. I shouldn’t rely too much on you. I’ll only get hurt.

Maybe you have a busy day at work. You’re taking the kids to the park or you’re visiting your friends from high school for the weekend. You don’t respond to my texts. My BPD brain tells me that means you’re done with me, however much I may know in the depths of me that it isn’t true. My BPD says I’m worthless. My BPD tells me I’ll end up alone.

My BPD says I shouldn’t be alive.

Having this disease means no matter what logic tells me, I create an invalidating environment for myself. I create a space where my sense of self-worth, my understanding of interpersonal relationships, and my emotions are perpetually in flux.

For someone who has BPD, knowing they are loved versus seeing they are loved are two very different things. So, send me a check-in text every so often, if you can. It really helps.

3. Maybe you’re a Favorite Person. But that doesn’t mean all the burden is on you.

It’s a lot of pressure. I know.

If you’re a Favorite Person to someone with BPD, it means that someone looks to you for support, even idolizes you. Favorite People–or “FPs”–are common for people with BPD to latch onto. It’s not a phenomenon in which Borderline people choose their FPs–it just sort of happens. It happens because we feel we can trust you, and appreciate you, and love you.

If you’re my Favorite Person, I look to you for advice, for comfort, for validation. But please know that does not mean you carry the burden of those things alone. Please know that you are in control of our relationship just as much as I am. Know that you can tell me when I am putting too much pressure on you. You need to take care of yourself, too.

4. Thank you.

Our relationship isn’t perfect. It ebbs and flows, like any other. But you’ve seen the best and worst of me, as I have of you. And I’m grateful for that.

Apologizing for what happens in my mind isn’t constructive. It’s an illness, like any other. So I can only try to explain it, as best I can, to you. Because you deserve it.

So thank you. For reading, for listening, for being there for me. I promise I am there for you. Always.

It’s a long and winding road. But I have my map and a compass in my hand, and I’m not giving up finding my way out.

‘Jagged Little Pill’ Has Reminded Me Why I Love Musicals

I remember being a freshman in high school, donning a Wicked sweatshirt and skinny jeans (my standard attire on any given day), and justifying for the thousandth time to one of my best friends how I could take seriously any work of fiction in which random bursts into song were not only encouraged, but required.

But I didn’t really have an answer for him as to why I loved musicals so much. It’s just been an innate part of me since…forever. I grew up on musicals. My obsession began with The Sound of Music at age 8 and only intensified from there; 17 years and a “No day but today” tattoo later, I’m still all about that #theatrelife.

But when you stop and think about it, the concept really does sound silly. People have been singing and dancing their way through complex (and not so complex) storylines for centuries; but that doesn’t mean that some don’t find musical theatre ridiculous.

I’ve taken as many opportunities as possible to see live theatre–from Ocean State Theatre’s production of Rent to Kinky Boots on Broadway.

But my new favorite musical is one I found right at home. And it’s helped me articulate the power of musical theatre like I’ve never been able to before.

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TIL: Self-Harm Comes in Many Forms

This isn’t a story about finally learning to love yourself.

This isn’t a story about triumphing over mental illness.

This is just my story, and it’s still going.


Two days ago, I came upon a photo on Facebook’s “On This Day” page–you know, where you see your posts from this day in 2008 and wonder why you allowed yourself to have a social media presence at 15.

It was from my senior year of college, just a few days before graduation. I’m smiling in the picture, but it doesn’t reach my eyes. I’m wearing shorts where you can see clear, razorblade-length cuts decorating my thighs. It took me back to a time in my life that I barely recognize three years on, a time where it felt like someone else was controlling my body and the words on my mouth and the thoughts screaming in my head.

On my walk to work yesterday, I caught up on the newest episode of Dylan Marron’s podcast, Conversations with People Who Hate Mein which he helps foster a dialogue between himself and people who have attacked him on the Internet, or in which he serves as a mediator for two parties that shared hateful words online. (I highly recommend it.) This episode, entitled “Digital Self-Harm,” made me realize that my self-harm tendencies went much further back than I thought, and extended far beyond the physical. Continue reading “TIL: Self-Harm Comes in Many Forms”

Not a Damsel: Female Agency in Today’s Horror

The horror genre has, of course, evolved since the days of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (friendly reminder that the genre itself was, indeed, established by a woman–consider, though, that she wrote from a man’s perspective which surely contributed to the novel’s success). But I would argue there’s still progress to be made. Even some of the timeless classic films hinge on the idea that the “token blonde” dies first, or is the only one to die at all, or has to be saved by a man, or serves no purpose other than to be viewed as a sexual object (see Creature of the Black Lagoon or My Bloody Valentine for reference). Supernatural, which has aired on the CW for over a decade, doesn’t usually feature female characters for more than one or two seasons, and it’s almost always the three principal men who save the world from destruction.

But I digress. Instead of listening who’s done it wrong, I’m going to take some time to tell you what to watch and listen to for good, scary fun that does women right. Don’t cover your eyes for these–you won’t want to miss them.

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Star Trek: Discovery is More “Trek” Than You Think

Set phasers to do your research.

Nine episodes of the newest addition to the Roddenberry franchise, Star Trek: Discovery, have been released on CBS All Access in the U.S. and on Netflix around the world. I’ve watched them all, and I am thoroughly enjoying the experience so far. Of course, new characters, new CGI, and an expansion of the lore I know and love are all aspects I’m still getting used to.

But the extreme hate from many Trekkies is something I definitely wasn’t expecting––and something I don’t really want to have to adjust to at all. Discovery has already been renewed for a second season (Yay!), but that hasn’t stopped the hate––in fact, it’s increased it tenfold.

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I write this not to invalidate such opinions, but to nudge along a gentle reminder––Star Trek, in all its television incarnations, has always had political and social undertones. It has always aimed to understand and pick apart humanity and all its flaws. The best thing about the franchise, at least for me, is that it’s not just about flashy interplanetary battles––it’s about the best and worst of our species; it’s about what we are and what we could be.

I will start by saying, to be fair, that a lot of the anger stems from CBS’ “money-making” technique of forcing U.S. viewers to by CBS All-Access in order to see Discovery. Historically, Trek has been available to viewers for on primetime cable, and this seems like a step backwards for a lot of viewers who grew up with the shows and have stuck to traditional cable. However, CBS is attempting, as many major networks are, to create revenue through streaming services in light of Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon’s successes. Introducing a show in a major franchise for a streaming service was probably the best idea CBS could’ve had. After all, CBS All Access sales have doubled since Discovery began.

All that said, there are those who will always resist progress. Resist new perspectives. And that’s perhaps the most anti-Trek mentality you could have.

Discovery departs from its predecessors in many ways, but it never loses where it came from. Here’s why.

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“Belief” (Short Story)

Wrote this in a Target Starbucks recently to get my creative juices flowing. Based on the following prompt from Writing Prompts That Don’t Suck:

All this stuff needs to go in your story. Do it now: a high school ring, a diary, a crashed UFO


An Unidentified Flying Object spiraled into the ground, leaving mounds of dirt and chaos in its wake.

Julie pointed at the television and announced, “That’s not real.”

Her brother, Max, lifted his feet up on the living room coffee table, crossing one on top of the other. “Yes it is, stupid. Don’t you know The X-Files is based on the Roswell government conspiracy? We’re being lied to and nobody gives a shit.”

“Aliens aren’t real. Aaron at school says so and his mom does science.”

“Shut up, Julie.”

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8 Female TV Characters that Changed Sci-Fi

I heard recently that considering all the madness happening in the world right now, investing so much time and energy in television and movies seems fruitless. I disagree. I think art mirrors society and vice-versa, and the response to the rise of women in sci-fi and fantasy is a testament to just how much more social progress must be made.

This past Sunday, the BBC announced that Doctor Who‘s Thirteenth iteration of the classic time-traveling alien would be played by a woman, Jodie Whittaker.

Cue the outrage––from men and women alike.

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These are the nicer comments.

But it’s funny that these same die-hard fans seem to conveniently forget about all the women in their favorite franchises that helped shape the success of those franchises. And they seem to ignore that just as men love to see themselves reflected onscreen, perhaps women might too (shocker!).

For reference, here are just a few women who contributed positively to the genre nerds hold so dear. Some are main protagonists, like Thirteen will be, and some are not. The point is that they are dynamic, influential, and prove that making a character male doesn’t deem it more relevant or special to the sci-fi/fantasy canon.

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Sense8 and the Power of Representation in Television

Today, June 1 — the first day of Pride Month — Netflix announced its decision to cancel its original series, Sense8, after two seasons. The announcement has been met with outrage, multiple petitions (including one that has reached over 100,000 signatures), and open opposition over social media.

I thought it was a joke at first. The show, which received critical acclaim for its unadulterated display of diversity in race, culture, gender, and sexual orientation, had its ratings increase significantly between the first and second season (79% in Season 1 to 86% in Season 2 on RottenTomatoes, for example — both seasons considered a significant “fresh” tomato). The choice to end it abruptly leaves me reeling and begging the question: When will television outlets — primetime, digital, or otherwise — recognize the importance of diversity in the 21st century?

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What ’13 Reasons Why’ Got Wrong

You’ve likely heard the hype surrounding 13 Reasons Why, the new Netflix teen drama based on the novel of the same name that’s trending for its “gritty” and “real” depictions of assault, bullying, and suicide. Set at the fictional Liberty High School, we follow student Clay Jensen as he listens through thirteen cassette tapes that his dead friend Hannah Baker left behind. Thirteen reasons why she chose to end her own life. Thirteen people’s contributions to her death––including Clay’s own hand in the matter from Hannah’s perspective. There are graphic depictions of sexual assault and, in the final episode, of the suicide itself.

The show has been met with equal praise and disgust, and I can honestly say that overall, I’m in the middle. The acting was decent for a bunch of newcomer kids. The writing was solid (for a teen drama). The cinematography was surprisingly good, too. The biggest standout of the show to me, actually, was Kate Walsh as Hannah’s mother. Her subtle performance was the most “real” thing about the show to me––I loved every minute she was onscreen. I also related to Hannah. I related to a lot of the main characters for various reasons, and I felt for them. A good show does that effectively and effortlessly, and it uses those characters and their stories to effectively showcase the show’s main message.

13 Reasons Why almost achieved that. Until the very last episode. For me, everything the show attempted to stand for fell apart after that.

It’s not really a secret at this point that I need some daily help to get by in the form of medicine. Most people do. In fact as of last year, 1 in 6 Americans take antidepressants and other medicines for psychological disorders to get by. Life is stressful and wonderful and sad and fantastic, and if you need help being okay through all of it, that is not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault. It’s a literal chemical imbalance in the brain. No strict talking-to or desire to “get over it” will change the science.

Clinical depression is not something to be ashamed of. It is something to try and work through as best you can, and it’s all you can do.

I had not read the book version of 13 Reasons Why before diving into this show, so I had no previous investment in the story. I was simply drawn in by the hype. But while I started the show relatively complacent, I finished it angry.

I’m not writing this to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m not even writing this as an overall review of 13 Reasons Why, which is much more on-brand for this blog.

I’m writing it because it is, as the show calls it, “my truth.”

And I refuse to let it align with the message 13 Reasons Why sends about suicide and its aftermath.

*There are major spoilers and disturbing/triggering topics discussed ahead. You’ve been warned.

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