“And like the sea
I’m constantly changing from calm to ill” -Sleeping Sickness; City and Colour
Is is okay for someone who blogs mostly about looking through a positive lens and advocating for hope to say they’re discouraged?
My goal in this is to be as real as I can be. Because if I’m not being honest, I figure why would it even be worth the read.
I have to admit that sometimes the stigma and misunderstanding with bipolar seems so great when I feel so small.
Like one voice that’s being drowned out.
Like no matter how far I reach to spread awareness, there will still always be people making a mockery of my disorder.
If you’re reading my blog or seeing my social media profiles and thinking I’ve “conquered” my bipolar, you’re wrong.
Some days are great. This year has been amazing overall. I have so much to be thankful for.
And others days I find I fall apart.
This week is emotional for me as the end of the semester and finals are here. It’ll be my first completed Fall semester of college ever, even though I began back in 2012.
It’s funny.. I used to be obsessive when it came to school. From elementary to high school, and even at my completed semesters at Clemson, I didn’t settle for anything but perfect.
I remember not being satisfied with my 98 on a spelling test in Mr. Jones’ 5th grade class. I took less challenging courses than I could’ve in high school to ensure that I was one of the best, and that I’d get an A.
Because then, my heart got broken. My spirit changed. My diagnosis came out of nowhere. Storms came and went, then came again. My withdrawals from college. Three Falls, all for different reasons–but all stemming from my bipolar. My perspectives changed.
Now, nearing the end of my semester at Queens, I’m facing some.. not so amazing grades. Getting by, but not excelling.
In a way, it’s humbling and freeing. In another way, it’s discouraging and a disappointment. It’s success compared to the past three years. It’s failure juxtaposed with my old standards.
My medicine makes it difficult to go to class when not feeling well, which is sort of often. My tendency to mania makes me easily distracted. The fact that I’m almost 22 and taking gen eds makes it hard for me to care.
With the end of Fall semester comes the reality that Spring semester is next, the dreaded season every year. Because I know what’s ahead. A slowed down brain, less energy, a general fog, fewer words to say.
I probably won’t be writing in this blog much, since I’ve had writer’s block every Spring I can remember.
I don’t want a pity party, but I would like some prayer. While I have Christmas to look forward to, my favorite time of year, I know what’s coming after, and I’m gonna be honest, I’m scared.
I do want this Spring to look different. And I still hold to the hope it can be. Though the truth is there’s no cure or stopping my alternations. The cycle will go on, always. It’s just a matter of managing it.
I’m thankful that God doesn’t change, even when my circumstances do. The only constant among my variables.
He gave me the best family, friends, and boyfriend, who I know will help me when things get a little dimmer, as they always do and it inevitably will.