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Waking Up Bipolar - Lion's Roar

I was an eighteen-year-old freshman, one month into a summer semester at the University of Georgia. I wanted to get to school early, mostly because I was sick of getting grounded for my drinking. For years I had told myself that I would drink more moderately if my parents weren’t so strict. But after a month of independence, the truth of my budding alcoholism was obvious.

I’d been feeling depressed. But, walking home after partying until sunrise, I suddenly felt an extraordinary bliss overtake my being. My movement felt light and effortless. The summer sun engulfed me like a warm bath. I noticed how alive everything looked—the flowers, the grass, the air through the trees. I could feel the earth breathing. If there was ever an experience of unmitigated oneness, this was it.

Had I somehow stumbled into Nirvana? Even my own name seemed foreign when a friend called out to me. "This life is not real", I thought. "I am not real. This is what God must feel like. I must be Jesus...!"

Waking Up Bipolar - Lion's Roar

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