Sometimes I reflect on my life so far. More than anything I've felt like a "broken" person because of bipolar. Things that should have been done differently and things that have not gone well.

This illness has tried to take my life on repeated occasions. Made me loose friends and family through the way I've acted.

Today's reflection on life is different.

I am alive.
My intentions to others are honest, no matter how I feel at the time.
I've struggled through life.
I may be broken but I accept myself for the flaws I have.
I'm left with the people in life who I need and accept me for how I am.

I am strong.
Life is hard.
But I'm not finished yet.

All of us here suffer horribly with our minds and yet still try to help others even when we cannot help ourselves.

All of you are strong. For the life you lead may not be the happiest, you're around. Even through those dark days with nowhere left to go.

And we all understand.