Brother Vinny
Active member
I have mild bipolar disorder (bipolar II). I was first diagnosed about five years ago. Nothing really to be medicated over--at least, I seem to be getting on okay without meds--but my swings are pretty deeply felt sometimes.
Saturday night was me in manic top form. When I'm up, God is on His throne and all is right in the world. I am utterly convinced of the rightness of my position, and it is as settled here, I think, as it must be in heaven.
Yesterday I spent a good deal of time sleeping.
Today I crashed. God seems distant, the possibility of His non-existence seems more plausible. Chinks in my theological armor begin to show, and my skin gets a little thinner than usual.
This happens. I feel a part of me still clinging to hope as the darkness descends, and I know I just have to wait it out before the roller coaster starts its ascent once more.
Constant Reader, I covet your prayers.
Saturday night was me in manic top form. When I'm up, God is on His throne and all is right in the world. I am utterly convinced of the rightness of my position, and it is as settled here, I think, as it must be in heaven.
Yesterday I spent a good deal of time sleeping.
Today I crashed. God seems distant, the possibility of His non-existence seems more plausible. Chinks in my theological armor begin to show, and my skin gets a little thinner than usual.
This happens. I feel a part of me still clinging to hope as the darkness descends, and I know I just have to wait it out before the roller coaster starts its ascent once more.
Constant Reader, I covet your prayers.