Lately, I’ve actually had people get mad at me for being so positive in my afflictions. I actually literally had someone flip me off. Which makes me sad. I cried last night. Not because they flipped me off, but because they don’t understand. And that makes me sad.
They don’t understand how I can be so happy if I have a “disability”. But I don’t see it that way. God gave me this trial to learn. Not to use it as an excuse to not progress. I don’t know what they’ve been through. I’m sure they’ve been through a lot. But that’s probably because God thought they could handle it. God thought I could handle what he gave me. I don’t feel like I’ve been through a ton, even though according to some, I probably have. I would rather have these problems than others.
Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t always feel this way. I have cursed God for what he gave me. I have yelled at him before. But it got better. Then it got better. Then it got worse, then it got better again. And finally, I’m at pretty much my best. I still have hard days. Everyone has hard days. That’s not limited to those with a mental illness. But I am not disabled by my illness. And you don’t have to be either!