My daughter Kristie, especially, is a roller coaster fanatic! She called me one morning while they were there: “MOM! I rode three roller coasters before 8:00 a.m.! Didn’t wanna get off! What a way to start the day, huh?”
I heard my daughter-in-law Melissa in the background: “Those things’ll get cha goin better than two cups of coffee!”
I sat for a moment and thought. Every day, at some time or another, my mind boards one, two, three, however many roller coasters. Tickets are free. Don’t even have to leave home to ride. One major difference, though: I can’t get mine to stop.
I know doctors do all they possibly can to help me but all the treatments are hinged on behavior. One common thread I have found amongst those of us with Bipolar Disorder: our head talks to us and it’s nearly impossible not to LISTEN! This has always been so harmful for me. I hear things. Bad things. I hear that my loved ones don’t love me … friends wish I would go away … danger looms …
Still, as God carries out His ultimate plan, I am certain He made no mistakes on me. I’m a Southern woman born with the three D’s: Drive, Determination, and Desire. And with them I carry this insurmountable faith in my Heavenly Father every day of my life!