BPD by Coral More

[@Jess-hc5uv]

"How do you know you are not making this up for attention?" THAT hit

[@neinneinnein6814]

Dear Coral, this poem of yours makes me cry so hard every time I listen to it. My boyfriend is living with BPD. I found this video when I had just started to get an idea of what this personality disorder can be all about. Your words always remind me of how much I still often missunterstand him and his behavior and of how much he suffered throughout his childhood and youth. Thank you so much for sharing.

[@coralmore3568]

nein neinnein thank you!

[@arturiaroman]

ive never heard someone describe what it feels like so well. my heart feels full

[@ASMinor]

I have BPD, I am an avid #MentalHealthAwareness advocate and spoken word performer, and I love this so much. I travel the country trying to bring that awareness on stages, in classrooms, hospitals, and on my KZbin channel, so I get excited when I see other advocates.

[@projoebiochem]

I am a friend and FP to a young person with BPD. This strikes so close to what I have experienced with her. Thank you.

[@shannonfagan2426]

This hit home.

[@devynstamback3203]

I was diagnosed this summer. This is the first thing I’ve found that fully explains more then I can

[@Gloriiaaa333]

Shed a tear, great poem.

[@shreyapandey376]

This was beautiful

[@nindi1396]

This poem makes me feel. I don't want to feel.

[@Barkingdoc]

So beautiful. So grateful for Coral.

[@heathernikki5734]

Thank you, thank you 🙌

[@jordanjessica3656]

shit this was so good and hit so close to home

[@thalieeberjawi7983]

Lyrics please?

[@coralmore3568]

Thaliee Berjawi hey! Here you go. I lost my virginity Learning how to hurt myself With someone else's body I did not know what sex was Did not know it was a celebration A soft body against my own I thought it was a hard corner Skin caught against rubber Borderline personality disorder Has made my truth a funhouse mirror To be stretched and swollen Tell me you believe me I will tell you my personhood Is an unreliable narrator Tell me you believe me I will tell you I touch myself When I don't want to be touched And what is assault if it is self inflicted Who am I but someone who craves attention What is this if not permission? To be a survivor with a personality disorder Is to be the built in defence of my assailant Ma'am How do we know you are not making this up for attention How do I trust my voice When it only speaks in hyperboles It is such a dramatic lover This illness was built from the same bones of misogyny that taught him it was okay to have sex with my dead body I want to hate this illness But it feels so good to have a name This one is a flawed etymology But it is a name It is a way to hold my brain in the palm of my hand Say here: This is where I need you to love me Today I feel too much Offer me a quiet place to grieve Today I am a graveyard of truth Tell me you believe me Still And I still can rage I can still fight for a better name But I can claim this one as my own It is the only one I've got And god damn It will never make me less of a survivor

[@heathernikki5734]

Coral More Thank you so much for the gift of this poem. I'm newly diagnosed with BPD and I come back to this video time and time again.

[@milliexox5977]

I can’t hear this past the background reactions wtf… gutted 😫🤯

[@JustinWoo]

It wasn't an ideal recording situation unfortunately. Try headphones, it might help. Coral really crushed it with this poem.

[@Lucy-iw1xf]

I used subtitles, it helped

[@squid3065]

Shit I’m sobbing

[@kenziealexis396]

this is amazing

[@lyndesha]

I hate bpd i can’t stop crying over this.

[@Gnif572]

This crowd is so rude wtf

[@jaehowlett9408]

Yikes