Yesterday, I wrote about how I discovered the practice of mindfulness. Today, I want to share how I use this practice in everyday living to make life beautiful, even in my darkest hours.
*Trigger warning—Talk of Suicidal Ideation
I hate bipolar. It’s awesome!
I guess it’s true what they say that things often have to get worse before they get better. That’s probably because we tend to make things worse before we’re ready to make them better. I know, for me, it’s easier to wallow in self-pity and just wish things were different and then blame others for my situation than it is to do the work needed to push on toward a brighter tomorrow.
Her name is Nita. I’m not sure of the spelling but I saw her sign: “Stranded”. That’s all it said, and I felt compelled to sit next to her and ask her about it. She smiled obligingly and started to tell me about the circumstances that have left her stranded in Denver, Colorado and trying to get to Montana where land and life wait for her.
I’ve always had a burden for the homeless population. Most of my life I just did what most of us do; when I saw a homeless person I diverted my eyes and felt awkward and guilt ridden. Maybe, I would give one or two people a little money if I had it, but I’d wonder what they’d use it for. Beyond that I didn’t know what to do. I felt sorry for the homeless, but I also felt completely helpless to do anything for them.