Alright, so I mentioned in my previous post that I recently participated in a study for people who have bipolar (within this study the sample also included individuals without bipolar)
I loved education and I love the idea of furthing progress with both breaking stigmas and improving healthy approaches to managing bipolar. That being said I would like to reiterate I have bipolar, I am NOT bipolar – I am not a disease I am a human with infinite potential just like every other human who walks this planet.
Do I have a different obstacle course than many people? Yes. Does that mean I’m incapable of enjoying life? No.
I have my rough patches and in recent weeks (in the absence of blogging) they have been pretty knarly BUT I still had days where I laughed and I still managed to hold my head up high proud to be me…. alright so why this babble?
Allow me to explain…
During the study they asked me a series of questions (most of which were quite boring) BUT one question made me laugh out loud and I think it surprised the researcher(s). She basically asked how I felt because I have to suffer with bipolar daily. Suffer. Okay.. maybe I’m a weirdo to find the use of this word so particularly amusing BUT come on people!
I have bipolar, and for that researcher to look at me like I was a puppy with a broken limb suffering indefinitely because of the cards I was dealt in this lifetime it was more than I could handle – so I laughed. I laughed and then I clarified to her (and her collegue) that I was not under the impression I was suffering within my life. I was under the impression I was living life to the best of my ability and that yes, granted I do have some extra struggles to deal with BUT that those struggles do not condemn me to a lifetime of “suffering”.
For my nerds sake, the definition of suffering is as follows (via google):
1) the state of undergoing pain, distress, or hardship.
2) become or appear worse in quality.
Perhaps one may think I was brash because of my reaction to the researchers question BUT I felt the need to educate the educated. I have my struggles yes, but I do not consider myself to live in a state of suffering – quite frankly I found the use of the word ignorant (I say that with no disrespect).
I was not mad, nor am I mad at the experience (I was amused) but I am grateful that I know I do not live im constant suffering I live a life with challanges that I fight back with all my might and strength. Suffering denotes a weakness that I feel should not be associated with individuals who have bipolar – strength is a word that should be used with people who live with bipolar daily.
I just wanted to make this post to remind everyone they are strong. They are not the definition of a disease nor should the be the recipient of stares that speak of broken goods.
We are strong and in our daily lives we conquer the battles we face with more strength than many people realize.
Words my friends. Words. Never let someone define you by “your illness” correct them if needs be, be the change and be confident in who you are and the package you bring.