Monday, March 13, 2006

I've come to realize over the course of the past week that I've wasted far too much time on my self pity and loneliness.
Most of my days have been spent feeling the loss of so many things in my life that I have lost sight of the incredible things I do have, and in turn have urged me to delve into other areas in search of an emotional patch that will - with any luck - make the pain go away and the reality of my life unwittingly come back to me.
However, that hasn't been the case.
Despite any temporary losses I may be feeling in the moment, I know that what I feel had gone will again come back to me. I know that things will be as good if not better than they once were. I know that I will feel the happiness of sunlight shine down upon my face. And I know that my inner voice will once again reverberate throughout my body thus catapulting me into a literary frenzy.
I don't regret where I've been... unless of course you count the amount of time that could have been spent writing the Great American Nonovel. Aside from that, it's been a huge lesson for me; a lesson that will undoubtedly stay with me as I push forward in search of a successful means of working with rather than working for my disorder.
It's all a part of my being Bipolar.

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