I admit that I am too serious at times. I have learned that the more I educate myself on Bipolar Disorder the more ludicrous it becomes only pertaining to my antics while manic. I am not making fun of anyone else and yes it is a serious mental illness. But do we have to be so serious all the time. I have done some horrendous things throughout my life. Some I can forgive, some I can forget and some I relive over and over. If I continue to take life’s happenings so seriously I am going to miss out on a life’s worth of wonderful journeys. I can’t change what the future has in store but I certainly can participate and make the best of whatever situation comes about. I don’t want pity and never did. I only want understanding and acceptance which is difficult for those who don’t know about the illness or those who don’t care to know.
My loved ones are the only people in my life that I care if they understand or not. I depend on everyone of them. I stress this to the max, stay close to you family if you can. You will need them over and over. I’ll stick my neck out and say that family loves you more and cares about you more than any so called friend does. When the going gets tough, and it will, your family, not your friends, will be standing right next to you. In return, you show them respect and appreciation for their dedication. They only want you to get better and to know that no matter what, you are loved and you will always be part of your family.
It is so hard to laugh at ourselves when we think others are laughing at us and sometimes they are. We don’t have to take it personally. Everyone does stupid stuff without having a damn good reason like having a mental illness. Some people are just jerks without a cause. I have worked with many assholes in my life. At the time, I thought I was the asshole but come to find out that I am normal for being Bipolar and they are just plain assholes. At least I have something to work with and get healthier. They, on the other hand, will always remain assholes.