It's time for the "Five Minute Friday" blogging post. The inspiration comes from Lisa Jo Baker.
What you do is set your timer for five minutes and write whatever you want according to the prompt Lisa places on her blog every Friday. Then you go back, link your blog and give support to those who posted before you. And, we connect on Twitter with #FiveMinuteFriday.
Ready.
Set.
Go.
Brave
The word "brave" conjures up so many things in my life. I was brave when I accepted the news I had Bipolar Disorder. It took me a while, but then I was brave to share that news with others. First my family who I thought would accept me no matter what. Then with friends who I felt would be there for me in good times and in bad. The more acceptance I got, the braver I got and I started sharing with other people in my life. Doors slammed (not literally) in my face. Friends left me. People turned their back on me. I no longer felt brave enough to tell others about my struggles or journey through Bipolar Disorder. I hibernated. I snuggled into my own corner of the world and didn't come out. I withdrew.
Then, I read some books on Bipolar Disorder and read stories of people who shared similar experiences. I read how they pulled up their big girl panties and went on with life. Not letting the opinions of one or two mar them for life. I too could follow their advice. I did. I pulled up my big girl panties and joined the world. Not as a Bipolar person but a person who has Bipolar.
Stop.
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Brave
The word "brave" conjures up so many things in my life. I was brave when I accepted the news I had Bipolar Disorder. It took me a while, but then I was brave to share that news with others. First my family who I thought would accept me no matter what. Then with friends who I felt would be there for me in good times and in bad. The more acceptance I got, the braver I got and I started sharing with other people in my life. Doors slammed (not literally) in my face. Friends left me. People turned their back on me. I no longer felt brave enough to tell others about my struggles or journey through Bipolar Disorder. I hibernated. I snuggled into my own corner of the world and didn't come out. I withdrew.
Then, I read some books on Bipolar Disorder and read stories of people who shared similar experiences. I read how they pulled up their big girl panties and went on with life. Not letting the opinions of one or two mar them for life. I too could follow their advice. I did. I pulled up my big girl panties and joined the world. Not as a Bipolar person but a person who has Bipolar.
Stop.
Click on the Five Minute Friday logo below and see what others have written for their prompt. Have a great day.
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6 comments:
Sharing your experience is brave...I like the way you've flipped the definition around at the end.
It was totally brave to open yourself up and share your experiences with others, Vicki. It was braver still to go on with your life and not let the opinions of one or two people make you hide away. That is bravery at it's finest!! --The Dose Girls
Great post! I've been praying about freedom from what other's think about me. Imagine how different life would be if we didn't care what others thought about us; only what God thinks about us. I pray you continue to be BRAVE!
Visiting from SITS. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
You are very brave indeed. Sharing your story and going on with life, indeed is brave.
There is so much healing in sharing your testimony. We all know your brave because we're aware of your struggle. That, my friend, is called healing and bravery at its best! Thank you for visiting and commenting on BeQuoted today. Andrea visiting from SITS.
Thank you so much to everyone who commented on my "brave" post. I truly appreciate it. I wanted to share with you how much this meant to me. I feel that by sharing my experiences if it touches at least one person's life then it was all worth it. Have a blessed day!
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