Sometimes my father would help me, but my little brother, stepmother, and her parents all expect a gift worth at least $50 or so. This year, I have been hardly able to pay rent, standing in homeless help lines, and trying to stay out of involuntary psychiatric confinement.

They can love me for who I am, or hate me for who I am, but I am who I am right now. I am giving them one thing that I hope will help them understand my mentality better: Borderline Personality Disorder for Dummies, partially read by me, and also read by a friend of mine to facilitate healthy interactions with me.