I talk a good game but really I’m a falsehood. I’ve ignored facts of my life. I’ve lied to myself and, therefore, I’ve lied to anyone who has read this blog.
I didn’t set out to do this. I am surprised, even stunned, to reach this conclusion. I’ll try not to lie again, but how I viewed many years of my life has changed—dramatically.
Over the past few days, after getting through a serious medical situation and of course still living with bipolar, I have spent time reflecting. A few days of reflection that has shifted how and what I think. Some might call it an epiphany. I can’t be that grandiose.
What I write is honest. My prime goal of this blog. Honesty, I see now, shifts through time and perspective.
I have been tumbling through life. Not in control. Not wanting to be in control. Just tumbling as the winds of this disease have pushed me this way or that.
I am struck forcefully that I was just breathing to exist, not breathing to live. I was letting my life slip out of my hands, just watching it slowly turn grey and turn to nothing.
Perhaps this was the only way I saw to cope. Perhaps it was a manifestation of my anger—no rage—I’ve felt at having a disease that has no true solution. Maybe I just gave up long ago and became used to having no power.
If I accept one or all of these suppositions then I have to accept my own irresponsibility. I have to take responsibility for where I am and the state of my life.
Simple, I was sorry for myself. Letting life batter me as though I had no defences. I wasn’t even trying to defend myself. I was standing still while my life went by.
And I liked it that way. It was easier to blame something else for ruining my life. In truth, I was a tag-along passenger and had no interest in driving. Without consciously knowing, allowing myself to complain silently and go on without thought or positive effort.
My life became nothing but bipolar. I’ve been hiding behind it.
Looking at some of the posts in this blog, I see a lot of words, a few interesting ideas and a lot of setting myself apart from myself in some way. The whole situation just saddens and frustrates me.
Positively, I’ve come to this realization. Now I have to make it real.
peace and love