This year has been a million laughs a million loves and a million
shattered pieces. I have become an aunti, a sister, a friend and a
mother tenfold. I have gained brothers, nephews, sons and good, real,
heart wrenching friends. I have flown around Au...
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This year has been a million laughs a million loves and a million
shattered pieces. I have become an aunti, a sister, a friend and a
mother tenfold. I have gained brothers, nephews, sons and good, real,
heart wrenching friends. I have flown around Australia and back again a
dozen times. I have worked 60 hour weeks. I have clothed and fed refugee
families and furnished their homes. I have clothed and fed my family and
furnished our home. I have cleaned and scrubbed and sorted until I could
hardly walk. I have held my breath and willed the cancer that threatened
our lives not to show up again on each and every test my husband has
gone through. And it has stayed away. I have seen a brand new Refugee
baby born here in Melbourne. And I have fallen in love with her. I have
loved harder and stronger than I have ever loved in my life. My family
has been what they've always been and this in itself is more than I
deserve. My friends have been patient, kind, drunk and there. I have
been so high, strong and invincible I have conquered the world, whilst
holding a laptop in one hand, stirring dinner with the other and solving
problems with the blackberry on speaker parked on the bench close by.
May have patted the dog with my foot too. Like I said - I have conquered
the world. I have also lain in bed for weeks on end, willing each
breath, putting every ounce of energy I have into a steady airflow,
fearing lack of concentration would mean my lungs may refuse to inflate.
I have fought demons, ghosts, dirty old men from my childhood. I have
faced them head on and I have sometimes been able to scream in their
faces 'f you' this is MY LIFE. Other times I have turned and ran and
been left shaking huddled on the floor of the shower. I have lost loved
ones. A loss I feel deep in my bones. I think of them daily and know I
have to make the most of it. Make the most of it. This life. This
amazing, wonderful, painful, glorious life. I am learning not to hide.
This is me. This is all of me. Honesty and truth. Hardest to be to
oneself when what you are is not always what you want. I have been
hospitalised, marginalised, paralysed, analysed, medicated, placated,
sedated, diagnosed, misdiagnosed, questioned, monitored, discussed, and
considered a threat to myself.I have had daily visits from strangers
qualified to report that I am still alive and kicking. I have been a
burden. I have been a weight. I have heard stories, felt the pain and
been given some sort of insight into life in a war zone.I have felt
guilt over my blessed life and my haphazard inability/ability to be
happy in the wake of this knowledge despite my privileged life. And yet
I am still here. And right now I am happy and feeling loved.And I thank
each and every one of you that made sure that happened. Each and every
one of you. I have gained perspective. I have come to terms with
bipolar. 2013, you were a hell of a year. I bid you farewell, and I
thank you in kind. I'll take the loves and laughs and the meds, I'll
glue the shattered pieces together, and I'll raise you another million
loves and another million laughs in 2014. Bring it.