And then I got happy.
I have bipolar depression. I have fibromyalgia, and arthritis, and I have diabetes. I spent most of my 54 years complaining and bitching and whining about my lot in life. I was not a very pretty person to be around. I didn’t even like myself.
This isn’t a story of my pain. This is hopefully a story of my peace and my happiness. A good story.
In June of 2014 a friend of mine passed away. He was a good man, a happy man, he had great outlooks on life. When he died I made a decision that I was not going to let diabetes kill me. I was not going to die young and unhappy and sad and angry. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew that something had to change. I did the only thing I could think of. I prayed. And then I made a decision to live. To get healthy and to be happy.
To say it’s always easy would be to lie. I struggle, I fight and I have demons. Today I choose to be healthy and I choose to be happy.