I had a hard weekend with my brain. My thoughts have been all over the place, up, down, sideways. For some reason this morning I’ve returned to calm. Nothing to do but notice the ups and downs.
I’m rapid cycling bipolar II…I’ve been in treatment for 15 years, compliant, and enjoy a level of recovery I am both thankful for and proud of. It’s a lot of bleeping work, this. I lament and grieve sometimes for a life that I wish was easier. On the outside you can’t see my struggle. But I assure you, it is there, in one form or another, always.
I’m new to this posting. At the end of this month I will be participating in In Our Own Voice Training and I’m looking forward to it. I need to tell my story. I need it to be heard. This isn’t the job I necessarily wanted in life, but nevertheless, it is mine. I’ll take it. I’ll live this one day at a time, and have the courage to admit it’s never ever easy. Thank you to everyone for your honest sharing. You are not alone.
Peace and Warrior Blessings.