Bipolar and Blessed

As I sit in my bed on a Saturday night, I think to myself: I am blessed. I am blessed because I am privileged. I am blessed because I am loved. I am blessed because I have opportunities. I am blessed because I see the world through a different perspective than most. I am not bipolar. I have bipolar disorder.  It does not define who I am, but it is a part of me. It changes how I see the world. I see the darkness in the world, and I see the beauty. I feel deep pain, and I feel overwhelming joy. I am blessed because I get to feel it all so deeply.