Who Is Aubrey Earle?

“Who is Aubrey Earle?”

I ask myself this daily so I thought I'd slap it in a blog post and get it all out and over with.. Also to definitely fight my BPD symptoms of not feeling any sense of belonging or humanness…

Who is this Aubrey Earle?

She is a symphony of contradictions woven together with poetic grace, a soul that feels the world with a depth that few can fathom. She is an INFP… a dreamer, a seeker, a weaver of words that transcend the mundane. She is someone who does not merely exist but burns with the intensity of a thousand unspoken verses, each one aching to be heard. Her heart beats to the rhythm of passion, of longing, of an insatiable desire to understand and be understood.

With Borderline Personality Disorder, along with being an INFP, Aubrey experiences the world in hues more vibrant than most. Love is not just love… it is a consuming fire, an all-encompassing force that can heal or destroy, sometimes both at once. Pain is not just pain… it is a cavernous abyss where echoes of the past reverberate endlessly, where the ghosts of yesterday linger like unfinished poems. Joy is not just joy… it is euphoria, a fleeting yet breathtaking glimpse of something divine. She does not feel in halves… she is all or nothing, drowning or soaring, lost or found. And yet, there is beauty in that intensity, in the way she refuses to numb herself to the experience of being alive.

As a poet, Aubrey is an artist of emotion, sculpting raw sentiment into language that breathes, that bleeds, that makes the intangible tangible. Her words are not mere ink on paper but fragments of her soul laid bare, each syllable a confession, each stanza a glimpse into a world unseen by those who merely skim the surface of existence. She writes not just for herself but for those who have been silenced, for those whose emotions are too vast, too intricate to be contained within the rigid structure of ordinary speech.

She is a paradox in motion… a deeply introverted spirit who craves connection, a lover of solitude who aches for understanding. She will sit in a room full of people and feel utterly alone, yet she will also find companionship in the quiet hum of the universe, in the way the wind whispers secrets only she seems to understand. She is both fragile and resilient, a delicate flower growing through the cracks of a concrete world, bending but never truly breaking.

There is an otherworldly quality to Aubrey, an ethereal presence that makes her feel like she belongs to a place just beyond reach. She is drawn to the things that others overlook… the sadness in a stranger’s smile, the poetry in a dying leaf, the stories hidden in the silence between words. She is a collector of moments, an archivist of feelings, someone who cherishes the fleeting as though nothing were eternal. Because she's still unsure. Her empathy knows no bounds, yet it is also her greatest burden. She feels the emotions of others as though they were her own, carrying their sorrow, their joy, their longing within her as if she were a vessel for the unspoken. She cannot simply observe suffering… she absorbs it, internalizes it, turns it into poetry so that it may find meaning, so that it may not be in vain. But this same empathy is what makes her a beacon of light to those who have known darkness, a sanctuary for those who have never felt truly seen.

She is fiercely independent, yet she longs for love in its purest form… a love that is both safe and consuming, a love that does not fear her depth but rather embraces it. She is not someone who can be loved halfway… she demands, and deserves, a love that is whole, a love that understands that she is both storm and sunlight, both wildfire and gentle rain.

Aubrey’s mind is a labyrinth of thoughts that twist and turn, leading to places that others may never dare to explore. She contemplates existence with the kind of curiosity that turns even the smallest moments into something profound. She is drawn to philosophy, to the existential, to the mysteries of the universe that remain unanswered. She finds solace in the unknown, in the idea that there is always more to discover, more to feel, more to write.

She is an advocate for healing, even when the wounds run deep. She does not pretend that pain does not exist, nor does she romanticize suffering… but she believes in the power of transformation. She knows what it means to be broken, but she also knows that there is an exquisite beauty in putting oneself back together. She is a living testament to resilience, to the idea that one can embrace both the light and the dark and still choose to move forward.

Aubrey is not easy to understand, nor does she wish to be. She is complex, multifaceted, a mosaic of emotions and contradictions that do not conform to the simplicity of labels. She is an enigma wrapped in poetry, a storm wrapped in tenderness, a soul that refuses to be anything less than entirely, unapologetically herself.

And in a world that often seeks to dull the edges of those who feel too much, Aubrey Earle remains and will continue being… radiant, defiant, and beautifully, beautifully alive. Even after death.