Living with mental illness, I have been forced to live within certain boundaries: a (wonderful) medical team, powerful drugs I must take just in order to live a kind of normal life, knowing my limits and submitting to them, and so on.
My Bipolar has outlandish symptoms. My mind comes up with the wackiest stuff!! It’s WILD! Then, to make matters even worse, I can’t help but believe these bizarre ideas my brain says are right.
On a bad day, nobody can tell me anything … I cannot and will not have it. Those days, I can only stay home, take medicine, and do no more than what I want to do. On a bad day, my brain is going to dictate all my actions.
So what do I do to get through? I pray. I ask God to not let me hit rock bottom. And guess what? He never has!
As my illness does what it decides to do, I struggle to do the very best I can … never letting go of God’s hand. Bipolar like mine can be and often is severely painful. I recently related to a dear friend that I “muddle through the bad days and celebrate the good ones!”
There are conflicting views out there on the efficacy of prayer on our mental and physical health. Well, you already know my opinion on that one! But what about you? Do you think prayer has a positive, negative, or neutral effect on health?
I’d love to hear from you …