I recently accepted the fact that I am bipolar. I was diagnosed when I was in group homes and then as am adult. I never admitted it as I always thought it was just a way to get me on medication, but I had an episode and ended up in the middle of a bridge sign. I wasn't suicidal at all. Or so I thought. I don't remember much besides trying to do a handstand on the fire fighters ladder. I'm assuming that was probably an indicator of not being suicidal, but it still doesn't explain why I even decided to climb across and sit in the middle. I clogged up traffic for a few hours to which I am not proud of.
Well it was after this incident that I finally accepted the fact that I do have a disease. I was always in denial and even going as far as distancing myself from anything associated with mental health. I hated what reflected back, but that day when I finally did admit it. I felt an over whelming sense of peace and really felt God move. He is made strong in our weakness and maybe just maybe I needed to admit that weakness for Him to work through it. Not to say the panic attacks or triggers have dissipated, but I have a hope that His grace will carry me through. At times I feel extremely alone and a charity case to others, but I try to see myself the way He sees me. When I don't believe I try to believe what Christ believed. He believed so much that He was willing to die for it.
Well it was after this incident that I finally accepted the fact that I do have a disease. I was always in denial and even going as far as distancing myself from anything associated with mental health. I hated what reflected back, but that day when I finally did admit it. I felt an over whelming sense of peace and really felt God move. He is made strong in our weakness and maybe just maybe I needed to admit that weakness for Him to work through it. Not to say the panic attacks or triggers have dissipated, but I have a hope that His grace will carry me through. At times I feel extremely alone and a charity case to others, but I try to see myself the way He sees me. When I don't believe I try to believe what Christ believed. He believed so much that He was willing to die for it.