I had a hard February - April.
It was hard to learn that I'm a defective product. Then again, those were the messages fed to me, and the messages I chose to believe.
I saw myself as defective, and I subsequently acted defective. I had more physical altercations in April than in my 30 years on earth combined!
Bipolar became a reason for everything, when most times it was just my nasty, bitchy, pessimistic outlook on life causing the trouble.
Bipolar got a bad rap.
No more.
I took back the power. I may be a couple cc's short of serotonin, but I am not the wacko that the media, doctors and society may try to portray me to be.
People can only make me feel ashamed if I ALLOW them.
I'm not ashamed of being bipolar, just like I'm not ashamed of being asthmatic or of being 5"7'.
Bipolar characterizes one small part in a greater whole, and my whole, ROCKS!
So thankful, for a mind at peace. I pray that all my readers one day achieve the peace that I know today.
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Yes, I do hope to some day feel the way you feel today. I do like some of my BP properties, yet some leave my whole wanting.
I know.
I love the "good mania". I love when I can go and go and go and go and not be tired. I get soooo much done!
I made peace with this part of myself over the weekend too. Bipolar can be a PITA...or a gift and a lesson, it all depends on how I look at it.
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