Only with knowing sadness can you come to know happiness.
I thought this moment would never come. I thought this feeling is long forgotten. I thought I can think CLEAR, it’s all in the past and I will never get depressed again.
I was WRONG.
Here I am, one month from my wedding, and feeling like a useless liability to those around me. Where did my optimism go? My happiness? My confidence? My enjoyment? My life?
And these thoughts! They are so negative all the time now. Like here I am writing this post, and it goes like “You’re doing this for attention, aren’t you?”
Well I’m not, I’m just leaving this as a message for the people who care. A person who cares is better than thousands who don’t, A good friend is better than any number of acquaintances.
“You know you shouldn’t be blogging, your doctor would be very upset.”
Well what does he know? Didn’t he warn me from bipolar groups? Now those groups made me my best real life friends who know how to pick me when I’m down. I’m pretty sure he’s wrong about this blog as well.
Anyway, just thought I’d get this message out there in case someone was wondering if I’m ever down. Well, I am the author of “Why I love being bipolar”. Now I’m thinking about what a joke that article was. But no I’ve got to bear with this.
Only with great sadness can you appreciate great happiness.
Yeah.. I made that up…
Anyway… Thanks for caring.
I love you all.