That broken feeling

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.

Thank you for sharing this with us sorand0m

This is really beautiful and made me cry. I needed to read something like this today. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. You've put tears in my eyes, but a smile on my face.

The insidious part of the disorder is its ability to impair your view of what really matters to you. You can know yourself, know what you love, know what you need to do, but you've got this beehive of chaos swarming around you or a dark cloud weighing you down. I find that if I just sit down and separate my identity from my disorder than I can feel free and think along the lines of this post. I have bipolar disorder, I AM NOT bipolar disorder. The distinction takes constant reminding form me.

Knowing that I made you smile even if it was only for a moment makes my day worthwhile.

A perfect statement if there ever was one. Thank you.