Is this “true self” merely a euphemism for normal? You say you are feeling better. Terrific! Why can’t this better feeling period just be relief as opposed to self realization?
"Normal," IMO, is merely the ability to interact with others in a socially acceptable, and hopefully authentic, fashion. Using "normal" as a definition for the Self is limiting. If medusa, or anyone else, feels herself lifting the masks and accessing her Self, realizing her Self, she sure as rain is going to feel better. Because the Self is an incredibly warm, happy place to be. It is free of all the BS that's been cast upon us since the earliest years of our current incarnations. Even touching on it will make someone feel better, even just to know it's there.
Why not instead create new meanings for the very traits society tells you are undesirable? Why not instead work with what you have rather than attempt to mold yourself into something you have never been and may never be? Wouldn’t intelligent self acceptance be the more lasting way to improve one’s quality of life?
I do not possess a PD, but am diagnosed neurotic so that is the lens from which I write. My "undesirable traits," or "masks," are
false. I have no purpose for them today. I can identify them and trace them to their origins. In every case they originated as defense mechanisms. Today they serve as obstacles and guides to unhealthy behaviors. To that end, "intelligent self acceptance" is accepting my true self as me, that I am not the sum of the masks I've honed over decades.
One confusing aspect is that some of these masks seem like positive traits. For instance, one I call "the counselor." I am the person everyone calls when they need advice or direction. Three calls last weekend from various friends led to me neglecting my own needs and responsibilities. And caused some unnecessary enmeshment with one of the friends. Yet this mask serves to draw people to me. I know that I will retain friendships in spite of some of my nastier traits because I know they will always "need" me. Yet, in so many ways, I always end up feeling alone. Alone because it's never a two-way street. Alone because I always feel gutted. Alone because when my advice doesn't match the direction a friend wants to take, I am pushed away.
There are no "new meanings" for those seemingly negative traits. They are what they are and while I have done quite well with them, I always eventually end up feeling empty once I've followed their pathways. All roads from those masks lead to isolation. Sure, I'm a socially accepted entity, but there is a lot of pain associated with that acceptance. And I can't guarantee how much of that acceptance is due to artful use of my masks vs. who I truly am as an individual. Thus, acceptance (and success) I have today has little meaning to me as I seek to approach life from my core. A scary endeavor, indeed. Even scarier for the disordered as the battles between the selves are much more calamitous.