Hey, it’s been laaik four months since my last confession.
I’ve been reflecting on my journey with bipolar disorder recently. I’ve turned a corner. Something has changed in the way I think of myself, and I’m pretty sure it comes down to one thing: acceptance.
While I’ve been posting on this blog for a long while (what’s it? Four years now?) it started as a means to educate myself about this disorder. It’s been a good way to gather my generally scattered thoughts. To join the dots where I felt I could relate to past behavior and understand it though the lens of this disorder.
And so I type this today, without feeling like I should “justify” myself to anyone. Least of all myself.
I have stayed the course, followed the rules and kept to the plan. I put my unfaltering trust in my doctor. He said right from the start that this would take a long time. “This” being a place where I feel my disorder is manageable. With “manageable” comes a sense of pride that I’ve come this far, and for now, I’ve made it.
So, it’s with a clear head I can say with confidence: I’m James. And I like it here.
Cheers for now!
