September 13th, and I feel very normal. Redskins beat Dallas, and my son, wife, and grandchildren were here over the weekend. Life is good. I go to see my pyschiatrist today. It usually lasts around 5 minutes while he looks at me, writes out my prescriptions, and says how is your wife doing? He must see that I am doing well. Should I say that my whole life is falling apart, or that I hate Bipolar Illness? No, I believe that life has a way of just telling us, that we are doing OK. Two years ago in August I was mentally unstable, and needed to be put into a hospital. I was a total basket case. Today the difference is that I alow people to help keep me stable. I take my meds, sleep very well, eat balanced meals, and get good outside time. Do I hate my illness? Yes, with a passion, but I am leaving the outcome up to God, WHEN He delivers me. I do and will always believe in miracles. So the next time that you see me, ask me how are you feeling, I will tell you that I am doing normal thank you very much.
Saturday Sept 18th is my 55th birthday. I feel great! On Sunday we leave for Atlantic City for 6 days. I love to take mini trips to enjoy Karen, and the new scenery. Hope to write more later, as this is a great way for me to get my feelings out.
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