Open Diary. Chapter 8
I am gaining higher ground.
I decided that for me to be at my most optimal, to make more progress in life, and to stay healthy – that I would take medicine for my bipolar disorder and depression.
I feel better.
I don’t feel so against the grain. Against the way the world works. I’ve come to terms with it.
It is a matter of adjusting my perception into positivity in every aspect, waking hour and chance I get.
It is a constant challenge.
A constant readjustment.
I am constantly trying to master my mind, body and soul.
Testing my limitations and disciplining myself.
I am in the gym more often than not.
I am going to class.
I am persevering and keeping constant.
I am becoming a stable, mature, and healthy adult.
I am twenty one years old.
In my third year of college. I have come a long way. I am very proud of myself. I just have to cut the weeds and spray the bushes. Look around Elijah. You made it to this point. Sure, you don’t have a car. Sure you don’t have all the material things you’d like, but look, you are surviving and keeping the right attitude.
I’ve been through good. I’ve been through bad. I’ve overcame. I’ve failed. I’ve gotten up.
This is life. This is my life.
I don’t have to be a perfect human being. I can aim to be one, but I have to acknowledge who I am and what I am about, and ultimately, after time, know that perfect does not exactly exist. At least not in this world. There are too many variables, that make accidents and mistakes possible. Just be better. Aim to be better instead. I tell myself…