Being Bipolar

Life is definitely a journey, not a destination…and those little detours, off- the- map visits, interesting points we delay just to enjoy a moment in time, all make up who we become.  So do the breakdowns, complexities, struggles, stumbling blocks and obstacles . . .how we handle this “ just dust in the  wind” also determines   the me that exists.

But just for kicks, let’s add another twist.  Suppose you always felt different, the square peg  in the round hole:  You don’t think the same way and expectations…perfection in the grandiose! To top it off, something in your physical system does not seem to require a great deal of sleep:  two to three hours a night and I’m good.  At least until after therapy, acceptance, and adjustment.

Relationships are never consistent…often  ending  painfully because you just couldn’t alter that wonderful  person you are….you couldn’t compromise if it meant giving up part of you…because that would be suicide of the soul.

Communication!  Oh what a difficult thing that is, even among those who “fit” and share common philosophies and values  .  But when you apply different meanings to the same words, thoughts, sentences… it is really remarkable that even basic necessities get met. Unfortunately, sharing of ideas with these “different” people is most often disappointing, at best.  …. And what a shame that is….  Who knows what brilliance might be obscured in what they have to say.  Not to mention the difficulty they face in trying to understand the rest of the world’s hidden meanings.

But, most of all, if you keep your eyes open, your expectations  to yourself, you will be amazed to discover that very little is what it seems…especially people.