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.