Freedom

It's been a long road to get to where I am in my bipolar recovery.  I'm still asking questions as I go along, but good, important questions and not the imprisoning kind that lead to depressive states.

I've met a lot of control freaks in my search for the 'right' kind of mental health peers and professionals in my life.  Man am I grateful for my freedom.  I'm grateful for a psychiatrist who truly collaborates with me and listens.  I'm grateful for the support groups I've found where we collectively support and are supported amongst a group of people in varying mental health journeys in their lives.  I'm grateful for the wisdom to walk away and not give a second thought to the Control Freaks who don't want me to succeed.

I've learned that Control is one of the scariest traits to encounter in a human being.  

That is not to say that I'm always right.  No way.  I'm full of faults and mistakes that I have made and will continue to make.  But I'm not going to give away my self worth to powerful people whose underlying mission is to go through life destructing other people's happiness.

I apologize for my vagueness in this posting.  I'm writing it as a little 'note to self.'

Empowerment is a healthy, healthy thing after a series of instances of being manipulated.