“Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone ought to be.” – Elizabeth Gilbert
Anxiety and Depression
Over the years, my mental illness has weakened my backbone. Mainly anxiety and depression has chipped away at it. I said “no” to many opportunities because of the crushing anxiety and depression that overcame me. And I quit activities and groups more times than I can count. With the anxiety and fear gnawing away at my backbone, my life became one wish after another.
These wishes erroded my backbone and it was replaced with a wishbone. I have wished to myself thoughts muliple times over the years. I wish I wasn’t so anxious. I wish I wasn’t so depressed. I wish I was manic so I could have the energy to do stuff. I wish I was left alone at work. I wish I was younger. I wish I did not waste so much time in my younger years. I wish I did not screw up so much.
Growing a Wishbone
All these wishes over the years have given me a wishbone to replace my backbone. There was a time when the wishbone did not even exist. I was not afraid to do new things; not afraid to meet new people and talk with people; not afraid of living. I was energetic, confident, a people person, willing to try new things and was more of an extrovert.
Trading in my Wishbone
I want to get back to my old self. I still have the bipolar, but I do not want to give up so easily on life like I used to. I am actually in the process of trading in my wishbone for a backbone. At the present time, I am joining activities where I wil be in the position of meeting new people and experiencing personal growth.
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