Thank Heaven—ME

My Eyes — I can’t imagine not being able to see the world and all its myriad beauty. To me, the world’s a vibrant place, meant for the eyes to savor. Color, of course, is what brings the world to life. Before I was diagnosed as bipolar, when I sunk into depressions, I couldn’t really see colors. They were all muted and dull. Fortunately, that no longer happens…and I am grateful.

My Husband — My husband is one of the most wonderful people you could ever meet—kind, caring, generous, smart, sweet, funny, strong, and uniquely beautiful. He works extremely hard to bring us a good life wherein I don’t have to work, which makes me extremely grateful. I hate to think of ever having to live without him.

Music — I’ve been in and out of love with music all my life—especially during my manic phases when music was euphoric for me. But right now, I’m loving music even more than then. I’m even sitting here listening to Christmas carols now. Music is the soundtrack of our lives. It measures time and keeps memories alive. It tells our stories, and I’m so thankful to have it.

My Life/Living My Life — Yes, I’m glad to be alive, and considering how poorly I care for my body, it’s a miracle I am. But what I’m more grateful for is the journey of my life. It has been a conscious life, where I’ve learned lessons from both good and bad times. It has brought me to where I am today, full of joy and very much at peace.

My Friends — My friends are rare and few, but right now I have several whom I know will always be there for me, forever. They are my laughter, my energy, my stimulants. I am immensely grateful they’re in my life.