What I Can and Cannot Do….
I can’t control my recovery. I can’t force it to happen overnight (no matter how much I want to). I can’t make myself let go of all the painful and traumatic memories any faster, but I can remind myself that I’m a very willing participant in this process.
I have every reason to be hopeful and each day I get a little stronger and move closer toward being happy, healthy and stable. It’s unnecessary for me to map out a master plan for my recovery. It is only important to take each day as it comes.
I can make some choices that will help to speed up my progress: I can take better care of myself more consistently; I can put forth the effort every day to get better; I can rid my life of avoidable stress and learn better ways to cope with the stress I can’t banish; and I can continue taking my meds as directed.
I can’t control how other people will react or feel. I can’t please everyone all the time and I have to accept the fact that sometimes people may feel hurt over boundaries I set or things I say or do. I am not responsible for how they feel. First and foremost my duty is to myself, my health, and my happiness.
I must stop expecting myself to be perfect. I’m human and will make mistakes. I must not beat myself up over my mistakes, but accept them as learning experiences and as as inevitable part of the adventure of living.
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About BipolarChick (599 posts)
I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.