Bipolar disorder can be a bitch, thus the reason I haven’t posted anything to my blog since last July. I was doing great and the ideas were flowing and I loved seeing the results of my productivity and focus and then, BAM, without warning; nothing. It was like all the potential and creativity that I had in me just dried up and flew south. Frustrating does not begin to describe the feeling of sitting down in front of the computer all set to peck out my next great revelation only to find that all the thoughts in my head were a garbled mess of nothingness. I wanted to write, really I did, but nothing would happen. I would wake up in the morning with the mindset that today would be the day and, just as quickly as it came; it was gone, back to the endless chasm of emptiness. I ranted, I screamed, I cried, I did it all from one end of up to the dark side of down but nothing would make the ideas or expression come to fruition before my eyes. I couldn’t understand what was happening. I had been on a roll and I was so proud of myself. I had endless reserves of gumption and I enjoyed what I was doing, I had the upper hand against my mental illness. I had ‘mastered’ bipolar disorder and I vowed bipolar disorder would never again keep me paralyzed and confused and lost in a sea of uncertainty. Hell, just looking at my blog I knew that I could beat this beast. Surprise, surprise I couldn’t have been further from the truth. That’s not the nature of bipolar disorder and that’s really not the way it works. Even with all my reading and researching I didn’t want to realize that I would forever battle with bipolar disorder. For a minute I believed that maybe it had gone away to the furthest recesses of my mind to be stored as an afterthought. No. Bipolar disorder will forever be my Achilles heel and I’m going to have to get to a place where I’m OK with that. Having bipolar disorder doesn’t make me any less of a person than anyone else and the pitfalls that come with it don’t make me a failure. I just have to work a little bit harder at life than some people and, actually, that’s OK. That just strengthens my character and enhances my already engaging personality. All I have to remember is that I have bipolar disorder, it doesn’t have me.
Back At It