Welcome. Make yourself at home. Laugh with me. Cry with me. I do plenty of both. This blog focuses on going up and UP in spite of unwilling trips down. In short, I'm bipolar. Welcome to the mountain. Let's get in shape together.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Privacy on the train - Almost Friday Haiku
Photo Credit: Gustty (Flickr)
On the train reading Amidst a group of strangers An Unquiet Mind
I'm not sure why but I clutched the book to my lap To hide the title
You might recall the myth of Sisyphus, who for eternity had to push a rock up a mountain only to have it roll back again. Although Sisiphus' fate was a punishment and I don't believe I'm being punished, bipolar often feels like pushing that rock up and having it fall down. And bipolar will be with me until I'm gone.
I'm trying to focus on the pushing up, but being reasonable about what to expect. In short, the name is not meant to be negative. Like Sisyphus, I am strong. If I keep pushing that rock up the mountain, I will only get stronger and it will get easier over time. And it will bother me less when it rolls down again because I will be more confident in my ability to push it back up.
"The struggle itself...is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy." - The Myth of Sisyphus, Albert Camus (1942)
I am a control freak
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On the journey with me (even if they don't know it)
Seth : My amazing and supportive life partner
David : 7 year old son
Ruth : 5 year old daughter
Dad : the rock who got me through childhood
Mom : what more can I say, except to note that she's bipolar too
FIL : father-in-law, checking out of this world due to Alzheimer's
MIL : mother-in-law, overextending herself trying to care for her husband
Dr. Shrink Wrap : My formerly wonderful psychiatrist
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