The Gift

I used to call it a curse and I hated myself for it. Having bipolar used to give me shame and stigma. However, what I didn’t know is that it would transform my life into abundance, strength and hope. I was only eighteen years old when I got diagnosed. That was thirteen years ago.

Now I see my life in a new light. I’m so proud of having bipolar. It has changed my life for the better. My life surviving bipolar disorder has been a triumphant and victorious journey. It has brought me closer to my family and friends and I have a wonderful career as a Peer Advocate because of my mental illness and life experience. Now I am able to help others.

In my book, I call bipolar a gift of challenge. Yes it can challenge our lives everyday, mood swings, depression, suicidal ideations, mania, manic spending, hyper-sexuality and delusions for those who have psychotic features like me. However, I also call it a gift that has made me a better person. I’m loving, compassionate, humble and kind because of it. Now I have so much to write about and share my story.

Lets all look at the bigger picture. We have a divine purpose for having a mental illness or being or having a loved one that has a mental illness. I think that reason is because it will make us so strong and we can conquer any battle. We can move mountains and live a beautiful life with meaning and purpose. I’m so proud to be me and when I give speeches and presentations I stand strong with my head up high. I am proud to have bipolar disorder. I am proud of who I am and I am proud of all those living with bipolar who are all resilient heroes.

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