Originality isn’t easily attained. It’s easier to follow the crowd than to think for one’s self and sing a unique song. In the story of my life I have followed the crowd and I’ve followed Christ. Following Jesus led me out of my misery and saved me in a way that none of my peers or seniors ever could’ve done. I fought like heaven to become one-of-a-kind.
I’ve heard before that every case of bipolar disorder is different. I’ve heard that no two cases are ever alike. I have bipolar; it does not have me. With confidence I know that I was born with this devastating mental illness. I rejoice in my savior and in who I’ve fought to become.
Whatever unfairness or sorrow that comes our way we always have a choice to make. We can wallow in despair or we can sing praise songs. We can stay in our beds all day or we can get dressed up fancy and face the day. We can raise hell or we can look up to heaven. I always try to make the best choice.
Bipolar happens. Mental health issues happen. Physical health issues happen. Sorrow is a part of existence. Hope is worth choosing and fighting to attain. It isn’t the size of the Boston Terrier in the fight; it is the size of the fight in the Boston Terrier. Fight for originality and a joyful life like your life depends on it. ‘Cause it does!
Be different while being yourself. Sing your unique song to the best of your ability. And I’ll continue to sing my song.