Living Free with Bipolar Disorder
living with bipolar disorder, living with mental illness, recovery from bipolar disorder
Bipolar Mama: Talking about the best and the worst, and the man who’s loved me through it at the mighty.com today
http://themighty.com/2015/05/to-the-husband-who-loved-me-at-my-best-and-my-worst/
I’m running for you, brothers and sisters
Dear Bipolar friend, dear Mom or Dad of a bipolar kid, dear friend whose loved one died of madness, This morning as I sit in my bed dog-tired from a packed, heart-breaking, heart-soaring, traffic-filled yesterday, I struggle to find my way into writing. And then, I remember you. And I remember why I’m writing on weekends and nights, why I’m missing events and postponing regular visits with friends.
He never lets go . . .
Here goes, y'all: time to finish. Time to just stinking obey this God who never lets go of me. He's my life raft in the drown, my light in the darkness. And I'm going to trust Him.
Falling Forward Into Arms of Grace to Finish. The. Race.
How many beautiful moments have I stared into the rearview mirror so desperate, so broken, that I had to stop moving forward as my knees buckled in disgrace?
I Keep Saying Thank You (for my marriage)
For you, Jack… I will love you for a thousand years A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 I haven’t written much about my marriage because, even after over 14 years, I am still mystified. Of all the blessings I have been given, Jack’s love stands alone as the greatest miracle of my life. He has loved me back from the brink of insanity, honoring his commitment to our marriage when he had every excuse to leave. (For our full story, see Our Story.) He believed in me when there was barely a Me to salvage. When I refused to receive love from God, God loved…
