Just hearing those two words is enough to scare the hell out of some of you. And finding out that somebody has it is enough to cause you to run as far as you can from that person, just as fast as you can.
Well, I am here to tell you that I not only have bipolar; I am proud to have it! In fact, I am blessed with it.
Some of you have just decided that I am a crazy person. And I say, “So what?” Greater psychiatric minds than yours long ago concluded the same. And if that causes you to run away, well, I didn’t need you in my life in the first place.
Okay, now that I’ve got that cleared up, let me tell those of you who have the nerve to still be reading, what this is all about.
If you have bipolar, then I want to tell you that I know that sometimes it is pure agony like the rest of the world cannot know. I have lived that hell.
But I also know that you are some of the toughest, most rugged people this world will ever see.
Look at what you have already endured. Look at it and be proud! You have not just survived depression. You have seen the pit of despair, stood outside the gates of hell, took a glimpse inside, and survived to tell about it.
You’ve gone through nightmare days without sleeping for a week. Your brain has raced faster, Faster!, than a rollercoaster and with steepr climbs and more crashing, ferocious dives.
You’ve had days when you knew full-certain that you could conquer the world – and nearly cracked when you didn’t make it all the way. And you kept on Fighting! You keep on Fighting ! You are some of the toughest, most rugged, strongest SOBs in the world.
And if the world can’t deal with it, that’s their problem.
The “normal” world isn’t in such great shape, anyway, so I say, “Piss on normal.”
I want to encourage you. I want to convince you that this bipolar can be a gift. That it is a blessing. Take what we call symptoms, harness them, get them under your control, and make them work for your good and the good of those you love.
Yes! We can love like no others. With an intensity unknown by the rest of the world.
The rest of the world doesn’t know the power of human emotions like you do. And it can be a good thing to know the intensity of those emotions. You know deep down what it is to live, and grab on to life, and let yourself be grabbed by it.
Harness those symptoms and emotions. Maybe you can’t get rid of them, but you can take them under your control and use them for good, for success. Like Van Gogh, and Abraham Lincoln, and Winston Churchill, and even Catherine Zeta-Jones, Ted Turner, and Jean-Claude Van Daam.
You can take those racing thoughts and turn them into a one-person brain storming session with the kind of fire that others can never know. You can take those grand schemes of conquering the world, get them under your control, and turn them into big but realistic – yeah, that’s improtant – realistic goals – and you have the hypomanic energy to make those goals happen. Do it! But don’t let that wild energy toss you off a cliff. Maybe you need to check out your plans with a trusted friend before it throws you into danger. I don’t care how good you feel. You need to know that you cannot fly. If you try jumping off of a building, you will be crushed on the curb.
Bu you can achieve great things!
Just living through this disorder is a great accomplishment.
And because of the pain you have suffered – BECAUSE of the pain, not in spite of it – you can comfort and encourage others with the comfort and encouragement you have known. You think that is not a blessing?! It’s a gift straight from the hand of God. And if somebody tells you it isn’t, you tell them that’s a lie straight from the pit of hell.
And you tell’em than I said so. Let’em come and take it up with me!
And some of you may be offended by what I have to say next – and last. And I think by now you can render a good guess as to what I think about somebody being offended by what I have to say.
The thing that turned my life around – the ONLY thing – the thing that made me know that bipolar is a blessing , was the day that I dropped onto my knees on the psych ward floor and gave my life to Jesus Christ.
Adn I’ve been giving it to Him every day for the past 20 years.
I hope you’ll do the same because it’s the only way that we are going to see each other in heaven. The only way, the truth, and the life – Jesus Christ. You may disagree, but if so, you’re not disagreeing with me. You’re disagreeing with Him. He said it, “No one comes to the Father except through me.” I hope to see you there.