All my life I've relied upon animals (dogs and cats) as friends. I've never been married, though I was in love with a girl once. She chose someone else and I had my heart broken. Since then, I've relied on my friend's pets to keep me sane since I've never been able to have one of my own. I still love Joy (my first love) but it appears that dream sailed along time ago. I've met other women and even a few men I liked but never enough, never like her. So, dogs and cats have kept me from going crazy. I've been incredibly lonely most of my life, without my pet friends I don't know if I'd be alive now.
My faith has been shaken by all the hell I've been through, the only hope I can really find is in my family of pets. I love my family but none of them seem to get me or understand what I go through. I don't know what I've ever done to be treated like I have been, but it's hard to trust or believe in anyone anymore. I do my best to love people around me like the Bible speaks of. I'm not perfect but I'm doing the best I can. I just hold onto the hope that God knows my heart and will be merciful to me. I see that hope in my pet friends, a sense of innocence that I believe is the essence of God.
I’m a 46 year old man who’s been dealing with Bipolar my entire life. It wasn’t until 2013 that I was diagnosed and this blog is my story. As you’ll see there’s been many lapses in my posting but I’m going to try and get back with it. I’ve had a lot of trouble during my lapses but I continue to remain optimistic about my bipolar hence the title Optimistic Bipolar.
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