Well Played God
I have always prided myself on my strength. I get almost giddy when someone says that I am the strongest person that they have ever met because once I started managing my life with the steely determination that I was in control of the course in which my life goes, I began to control the bipolar instead of it controlling me. I began to work again and not only work but rather be quite successful at it. I have won a fairly major award for my commitment to volunteer work. This was the word I used to describe myself if asked: strong, and I carried that strong badge proudly. I eventually realized that I was not actually controlling the course in which my life goes at all but I was simply controlling how I reacted to it. I could choose to face the storm head on and say, "well this isn't my plan but it is His plan so this I, too, can overcome." or I could curl up in a ball and let life wash me away. I could let my identity be stolen and I could lose all control and I simp