So I'm Bipolar? So what? It's what I have, not who I am. I'm learning to understand the impact of that statement. For those not familiar with Bipolar, it's easy to sit in judgement and just label me crazy. Well honey, I AM crazy and it has nothing to do with my medical diagnosis. I'm bold, spontaneous, opinionated and assertive. I should follow that with "I am woman, hear me roar" but that is so overused. Instead I'll just say, I am who I am...take it or leave it. If you take it, you're the kind of person I want to be around. You have strength, compassion and the fortitude to accept people for who they are. If you leave, it's your loss. Because even though I've been so lost for so long, I'm rediscovering myself. And I'm definitely a somebody.
The reserve of strength I have is surprising, even to me. I'll thank God for that. Only a Grand Creator could have bestowed such a wonderful gift because it's definitely not something learned or conditioned. By any standards, I should be in the fetal position, crying my eyes out and throwing the biggest pity party complete with confetti. But I'm not. I'm moving forward.
I have spent the day thinking that my life is in limbo, the result of waiting on someone else's decision to propel or deflate my current mood and life course. This is not the case. I am not responsible for others' actions or behaviors. I refuse to be at the mercy of anyone. I can only control me. And I will not crumble or allow my happiness to be decided by others.
Yes, I am a mother and a daughter and a sister. But above all else, I am Becky. A woman who finds humor in the oddest of places. A woman who believes in the power of sisterhood. A woman who can bounce back from anything.
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