Getting over yourself.
It’s about four o’clock in the morning when I am writing this. I keep irregular hours, partly because I want to and partly out of necessity. I have Bipolar II and suffer from PTSD, and for a time, I couldn’t close my eyes without having horrible nightmares. But, little by little, that’s changed, though my sleep habits have remained the same.
I’ll never be rid of my primary condition because that’s incurable. And PTSD is a beast that, once it gets its teeth into you, doesn’t let go. But there are ways to mitigate the damage they do, and that’s by retraining your mind.
You can be a victim of your circumstances, or you can work to overcome them. And, no, I’m not saying it’s easy. It can be challenging. I’m saying that you can choose to let life beat you up, or you can work day by day to grow stronger. Maybe you’ll win that battle against your life. Perhaps you won’t. But at least you tried.
I get tangled up in my thoughts daily, but I chose to do something about that. And though I make mistakes and sometimes come to erroneous conclusions, I correct my errors. Whatever effort it might take, I must move forward. I’ve come dangerously close to letting life beat me, especially when things went nightmarishly wrong, but I didn’t. As Duke Leto Atreides I said in Dune: “Here I am, and here I remain.”