Hey there sensitive soul. You’re not alone. If you’re suffering from bipolar there are probably a storm of thoughts going through your day – like a knight that’s constantly fighting a dragon. But once you fight one down, another one just comes to take its place.
I know I should be more positive. I know that God is in control. I know that my life is in my control. I know that I am responsible for my actions and for my life.
Or am I?
Yes, I am. I can’t use my excuse of a sickness give me a crutch. I never wanted a handicap or a disability but sometimes it seems very tempting. Sometimes I think that if you have a manic episode you should, by default, immediately be granted a disability check. If all I had to worry about was my health maybe things would be smoother. Instead I’m still bombarded with a world of needs and wants and lies and deceit.
Do you relate? Tell me.
I’m keeping my days busy with writing and research and blogging but this is not making me any money. And the world runs on money.
I’m keeping on, keeping on, in this bipolar life.
One day at a time.
One hour at a time.
One minute at a time.
We got this.