I lost me
I look in the mirror, and I see a shell.
A hollow mere image of a man who once smile
Did I break or whither in the sun
I open my mouth and nothing comes out
There are no more tears to cry
There is no anger to feel
My bipolar is raging one moment I’m energetic the next moment I’m lethargic
I have nothing but body aches and pain
There is silence, and stillness and I’m desperate for a righteous whisper
This is my thorn and I was taught where there is a thorn there is grace
This is my Lament.
Therefore through the pains, sadness, grief, and disappointment, I will choose another story
I will listen to the music of worship that lifts up the works of a risen savior
Therefore through the pains, bipolar manic highs and depressive lows
I will magnify and glorify the one true God who has seen me through this before.
I will eat. I will go on a walk. I will talk to my providers. I will speak with my ministers. I will talk with my mentor. I will pour out to those who pour life back into me.
For God is within the valley as he was with me on the mountain.
Every day isn’t a rainbow but it sure isn’t rain
Even when it rains it produces new life. And the rainbow comes to an end.
I will boast and not post.
Stand in reverence, awe, and amazement of the creator of all. All his good works and deeds.
On my worst days are he is still at his best
On my worst days, he is still really close, closer than a brother and nearer than a friend.
This is my ascent.