I have come to learn that as a person with mental illness, the people who support you, who can empathize a little, who can help pave the way for you to have a better day, these people to us, to me, are important. So I am dedicating today’s post to a heroine, who has and continues to support me. She is not my only support and actually, my support network has of recent times been getting much much stronger, but lately, she has been the most significant.
My Heroine has her own story, and it is hers to tell. What I can and need to mention, is that her story and experience far outstrips anything I’ve been through, probably ten times over. Ok, it’s not useful to compare life stories to each other – or even to look at yourself through the lens of anyone else’s life – because our experiences, our happinesses, our sadnesses, are unique, are their own, and affect each person in their own way. Cut us in our own ways. What I find though in learning more and more about her life, is that there are a number of similarities, tears to be shared, laughter to be laughed, and importantly lessons to be learned. These, through my own trying times, are the lessons I’ve learnt from her so far (NOTE they are all important, so don’t mind the order):
The greatest love comes from yourself – She has learned through blood, sweat and tears that it is not possible to love anyone else, if you don’t love yourself first, even if you don’t really believe it in the beginning. Love is an emotion that can be best described as a verb, and well, you have to practice it on yourself first. If you’re not sure who you are, what you can and cannot allow, what you like and don’t like, baby, you’re headed for trouble – ’cause – she and I have both learned that you teach people how to treat you. Be careful which lessons you choose to impart. This applies in any love relationship – so, start with you, and the rest will follow.
Don’t allow your past to define you – She taught me that it doesn’t matter what happened in the past. That it doesn’t define you. You CAN be a constantly evolving being, hopefully learning from your past mistakes but not allowing them to become a huge mound that you’ve kicked under the carpet, which will keep on tripping you up. Nope. Travel lightly friends, and leave that past baggage behind you. Because anyways, it’s just slowing you down and making you feel worse. If you’re a real Bipolar / mental illness anything someone – you will know that you do not need any MORE stuff to carry, to obsess about. Yes thanks, I’ll be travelling with carry-on sized luggage at a maximum, from here on out.
Don’t be bitter – laugh loudly, live freely and speak your mind – Ok, maybe these are separate lesson categories on their own – but my Heroine implements them with simultaneous flair (and a terribly potty mouth – I have learnt new ways to curse from her which are quite um, clear in their description and purpose). And I love her for practicing this in a way I could tangibly see and feel. She has good, heck EXCELLENT, reason to hate, be hurtful, push away, reject. And she does the exact opposite. Well, she does um, “articulately” talk about how someone made her feel, how they affected her, how she affected them, but she doesn’t allow it to temper her current way of being. She is one of the kindest, most generous people I know. She gives without expecting, and does so out of love. And only asks for love in return for those who are close to her. *Breathes in deeply*. I’m not there. I’m angry – and when I’m angry let’s just say I’m prone to violence. Ok, not really – but I do think loudly about hurting the person that hurt me. Striking out as I was struck. This is the opposite to the practice which I still need to learn. Alot of how I have behaved was because I was bitter, I considered myself a victim, and I thought anything I did was permissible because of that. Wrong. Don’t do that to you – or the people that are important to you. Because there is never a good enough reason to hate and be bitter – it’s like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to die. Quite ineffective.
You can always redefine / refresh yourself – My Heroine literally did a wardrobe overhaul for me. She gave me perfume, clothes and jewelry. And it wasn’t these material items that mattered. What mattered was that she was glamming up my self esteem. She wanted me to feel better about the way I looked – and what follows – how I felt. She put earrings on my sorrow, eyeshadow on my tears, and mascara on my broken heart. No she was not dressing up or hiding my emotions. What she did was to turn me emotionally toward the mirror to look at someone who is beautiful not broken, who does not deserve to be left, who actually, could be picky about the people she allowed into her life. She demonstrated that I mattered, if not to anyone else, then to her. And with her being a helluva Heroine in my estimation, well, while I’m building I’m my self esteem, I must be pretty darn important to matter to her and that made my heart shine. As if that wasn’t enough, what she didn’t realise she did for me, was that she allowed me to look in the mirror again. I haven’t wanted to do that for the longest time, believing that there was only someone broken to see. She has changed that in me. Ok not completely. But everyday I am seeing more and more of me.
You are stronger than you think – this is a particularly hard lesson – and my Heroine teacher started this lesson by cuddling me whilst I cried hysterically into her bosom. And she held me. And she allowed me to cry. The beginning of the lesson – especially for someone like me – is knowing when to acknowledge that you are not ok, that you need to stop, that you need a snotty, gluey cry (or a few) before you can move onto the next phase of how you feel. As a person with mental illness I would not articulate these phases as being ones of strength. But she has shown me that they are – and by understanding that these phases are transient forms of strength, you will find that you can move on. That you will be ready for the next step, just as soon as you are able. And that there are no deadlines, there is no judgement on how long or what you experience in these times. But you do need to move on.
Once you are well versed in these phases – you will be able to understand that quietly, underneath, a river of strength flows through you, gives you the ability to migrate through these phases and sometimes trickle back and forth between them. Because as someone with mental illness we’re not sure where we’re gonna end up sometimes. And that’s ok. Because strength is not in my or her book – the absence of crying or showing your emotion – but rather addressing what is there, feeling it through – and getting the support you need. Doing positive things, dressing up, looking up, feeling the next phase. Choosing carefully who you allow in your life. Thank you Heroine for your lessons. Thank you for your love. Thank you for being you. I am honored to know you. And you can be guaranteed that I love you back a thousand times over. I am 4 M’s Bipolar Mom.