Everyday I feel like I am fighting a battle. Fighting to stay awake, fighting to stay present, fighting to stay focused, fighting to get out of bed and get a shower, fighting to stay up instead of down. If I did not have Jesus, I would be unable to get out of bed everyday let alone go to work and make a living.
I found this quote by Charlotte Bronte. “But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well.”
There was a time when I thought my skills and my strength and the fact I got an education was what won the fights. I thought my reputation was the reason I was succeeding. All wrong!
It took me falling to the ground with my face smashed into the carpet reeling from a mixed Bipolar episode to realize that it isn’t by my own strength that I win the battles. Jesus Christ fights for me. Not me – I’m too weak. But another thing I have discovered, when I am weak, that is when I am strong. I would rather have bipolar and Jesus anyday than no bipolar and my strength to carry me through.
Here is a link to my bipolar blog, Life Conquering. I talk about all things bipolar and mental illness in general. But I also talk about how God has walked beside me, bipolar and all.