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True Power

" True power does not need arrogance, a long beard and a barking voice. True power is attained with silk ribbons, charm and intelligence"

- Oriana Fallaci in "Il Divo"

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Dr Kay Jamison said it best - "An Unquiet Mind". The continuous loop of internal dialogue. The highs. The lows. So finally, twelve(12)years removed from my original diaGnosis, I've learned to respect my Mind and it's unique abilities. Take it seriously. I've found my purpose. I've found my passion. Help is desperately needed for the millions suffering from the diaGnosis of bipolar disorder and severe depression. More than just coping methods. The real question is - 'What's the source of our suffering?'' It's time to reach out. Raise awareness. Share my journey.With the country's current emotional temperament, there's no better time than now. You see, during this roller coaster ride, I've lost everything. My money. My 'friends'. My soul. But somehow I've found the strength to navigate through bipolar disorder's gauntlet. I've learned that it's not a death sentence but actually a gift. Simply a race car that needs to be learned to be driven. The trick is - not too fast or not too slow. Always misunderstood. Years of expectations. Years of pain. Years of disappointment have led me to an epiphany.... In this game we call life, it's not if you can win or lose. It's if you can survive.

Tuesday

The Firecracker 500 Golf Classic

      I attended the Firecracker 500 golf event in St Louis this weekend. The golf tournament's host, aspiring PGA professional and fellow 'roller-coaster aficionado' , Mike Wellington, did a superb job. Raising over $4,000 for the Chicago chapter of DBSA (Depression Bipolar Support Alliance), we hope to expand this event next year.

   Reminiscent of the golf classic, Caddyshack, the variety of golf personalities 'on and around' the course added to the excitement. The Firecracker 500, an event Mike has been hosting for 17 years, was a great opportunity to raise both money and awareness for the mental health community.

Well done, Michael.

We All March To Different Drummers

   During my 'Barnes and Noble research' into personality types, I came across this excerpt from David Keirsey's Please Understand Me II. After reading and digesting it's meaning, I have to admit that I'm guilty as charged. Even though I've felt that I've been 'misunderstood' most of my life, Keirsey's insight proves that we all can fall prey to wanting to 'fix people'. We all need to have more respect for others' 'uniqueness'. And moving forward, I'll do my best to 'understand others' as much as I desire for them to 'understand  me'.

        If you do not want what I want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong. 

       Or if my beliefs are different from yours, at least pause before you set out to correct them. 

       Or if my emotion seems less or more intense than yours, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel other than I do. 


     Or if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, please let me be.

      I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me.  That will come only when you are willing to give up trying to change me into a copy of you.


      If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself to the possibility that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear as right--for me.  To put up with me is the first step to understanding me.


      Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness.  And one day, perhaps, in trying to understand me, you might come to prize my differences, and, far from seeking to change me, might preserve and even cherish those differences.


      I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, your colleague.  But whatever our relation, this I know:  You and I are fundamentally different and both of us have to march to our own drummer.




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