Along with my novels & filmmaking projects, I have also written poetry and some texts that I would qualify as essays.
Their purpose is to bring light on some subjects with my own perspective on these. Below, you can read a selection of these –

Je ne suis personne

●  I am no one. I am not a rock-star, nor am I a celebrity. I am no politician with a million followers. I am neither visible, followed, liked or shared…

I should say « I am not a Well-known Personality » because I truly am a person : alive, breathing, eating, crying and laughing, loving, hating, crawling through life sometimes, but most of all : I am a thinking person.

I am also someone people around have played with, have been cruel to, I have suffered from peer pressure, intense loneliness, rejection and abandonment. I had to shove up my ass the real me, the ‘crazy’ me. The part with so much to give, so many things to say, so many opinions and questions, so much love and so many emotions. I have been raped, turned into a freezing body without any real thoughts anymore. A numb shadow. I have been into the limbo, changing every single second. I always had a twisted vision of myself, shaped by others, not by my own opinion. My body, always distorted, my mind, in billions of forms. I starve myself, or I eat without thinking, I have problems, I am ‘troubled’. I am a borderline. I am a label. And I am this sensitive, creative, holding grudges but always benevolent, pessimistic and optimistic, desperate and thrilled, amazed and suicidal woman. And yet, still alive. I am whole, unburnt, but the worst scars are not visible. I suffer from cyclothymia. I am happy, sad, mad, extactic, erratic every single day, all day long. I am transcended by beauty, may it come from tragedy or bliss. I am complex. I am intolerant to intolerance, a walking paradox, a handicapped vigilante.

Nobody « important » will read this scream of life, I know, I know because I am no one. But I am also every little girl, every teenager, every woman ever repressed, put in a box, hurt, violated in their very core, mute because they had to be in order to survive, scarred and scared shitless. Invisible. This world doesn’t deserve that we still fight to stay in it. And yet we do. Every day. To breathe, get up, survive into the jungle, as a lamb surrounded by starving wolves. « EAT OR YOU WILL BE EATEN ». We scream against this shit, we want to take this saying and burn it to the ground. And my gender is not the only victim, the only lamb. A gay, trans, overweight, ‘geek’, ‘sensitive’ man… The list goes on and on. I don’t want anyone to feel « sorry » for me. Every single time I have suffered, the need to change things has grown in me, larger and larger. I am not complaining : I am still here. Alive. There is nothing braver, not that watching Death right in the eyes is not brave : it takes another kind of courage. I am no « victim ». I am a warrior. But before the things I wish to help change actually do change… the peace we wish to see around us, in the world needs to come from inside. Make peace with this horrid and beautiful complexity, never apologizing, justifying. But make peace, from oneself to oneself. Wrath is useful, I have lived through and thanks to it for a dozen years. But in the end… it was eating me alive, as surely as the whole world was also doing so. I want to confront people with their actions, get justice done, but this world… is immature and childish. Ignorant and in a way… still an infant.

I will finish this scream on this quote :

« I’m sorry, if the world was fair, it would have been you… » « Strange… always thought the world is what WE make of it ».

From Contact By Robert Zemeckis

The Perks of being a Borderline Resilient

Written for the website :
Healing from BPD

Trigger Warning: Frank discussion of suicidal ideation.

You. Yes, You.

I have tried for so long to explain to You, to make You understand. You have been cruel, You have been ignorant, You have been dismissive. I have grown as a shadow of my true self, because of You. I have worn out all the masks I could invent to protect myself. And, eventually, the Borderline Personality Disorder came knocking at my door.

Who knows when it began to affect me, maybe it was there all along, maybe it was Your doing, maybe it was both. “You” being my family, the people that rejected, bullied me as a child, as a young girl, as a teenager, the doctors and the psychologist that were completely in the dark of what was truly affecting me and who fed me medications until I was feeling completely numb and couldn’t think straight, couldn’t think at all.

I am never sure of who I really am, never sure of who I am going to be the next day, frightened by my own self, terrified by my emotions and their strength, their impact on myself, on my life, on my work, on my loved ones. These loved ones I am so afraid to lose, so afraid that sometimes I act in ways I probably shouldn’t, to avoid conflict, or to provoke it because I need a reaction, a proof of their love, a proof that they are not going to leave me, to abandon me.

Because in my head, it seems so easy to leave me. And being truly alone is one of my biggest fears, finding myself all alone with my own thoughts, and my own terrible feelings and emotions. I apologize all the time, for everything and nothing, as if I was so very sorry to simply be alive. As if my very presence was a disturbance to anyone around. As if everything I said could be an offense. I have been depressed, I have been addicted, I have been lonely, I have been on the dangerous edge of killing myself so many times I couldn’t count.

You may be wondering why I am talking about all of these negative aspects when I want to talk about the positive ones in this post/letter to You. I am talking about all of these aspects because they exist, and to pretend that they don’t, that there are only positive aspects would be an insult to any person with the Borderline Personality Disorder and to myself.

So… You ! I want to tell you about how the bad things I experience, and all these negative aspects actually are one side of a coin which is constantly shifting, thrown into the air and in perpetual movement.

And sometimes, some days, I am able to see the opposite side of the coin. How my emotions and their strength are like an engine, that allows me to be creative, to imagine, to make appear out of thin air stories, poetry, films, edits. How my fears fuel my most amazing qualities, such as compassion, empathy, morality, ethics, moral strength.

How I can see the world and its beauty – the leaves swaying in a tree can capture my attention for fifteen minutes, the lights in the streets are going to make me cry, the night sky and the stars are going to dazzle me until I realize I’ve been standing in the cold too long.

This sensibility makes me a human being apart. And if you add all of my experiences, all of my life, all of my being, all of my choices over the years, it is what makes me truly unique. So, now, I’m going to talk to you – all of the others like me, struggling every day with this terrifying and puzzling disorder.

You may be broken like I am, you may have a psyche slightly different than others, you may experience deep and intense suffering, you may feel some days like it’s not worth it (and actually as I’m finishing this post, I am in this very situation, but I keep writing anyway, because maybe, somehow it’s going to help someone, and then IT IS worth it). You may be lost, as I am sometimes, you may be wondering Why me, Why this, you may be trying not to hurt yourself.

But what I want to say is that it gives you so much too, it gives you the possibility to be helpful to others, to understand them, to change things if this is what you want to do, it gives you the possibility to appreciate the world, its details, its wonders, its strength like no other. And it will be your way of appreciating it. Yours, entirely.

Because as I am unique, with my Borderline Disorder, you are too. I only wish to remember these written words when I can only see the bad side of the coin. The difficulties. Always keeping in mind that the only way I can offer myself a tiny bit of peace will be through accepting and embracing who I am, entirely.

Not choosing what I want to throw and what to keep. Everything, as a whole.

A whole being Me, with my broken pieces to mend, and my scars to heal, and my incredible qualities and perks. As a BPD resilient.