When I overcame postpartum depression I did kind of feel like a better person. Mainly because I had the necessary experience to coach other new moms in similar situations. And I did. And I still do to this day. Nobody should have to ride that illness out alone. Nobody.
Then I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, and let me tell you, there's no good coming from this. The extreme highs are wonderful but what goes up (insert cliche here)...The downs are gut wrenching and horrifying.
I think about illness just about everyday (how could I not?). I will let you in on a secret of my own...When I'm in my lowest of lows, I'll admit it, sometimes I wish for an incurable illness to put me out of my misery. But on the other hand, because I'm an active blogger and social media addict, I see how things like that tears families apart.
Think about the people who have never smoked a day in their lives and POOF! Lung cancer. Or what about the people who eat right and work their body out regularly and POOF! Heart disease. I don't know about you, but I have a hard time trying to find the positive in instances like these. But it happens everyday.
I see people who are really good people. They think of others before they think of themselves and they're always smiling. Then tragedy strikes. I often live in fear that bad things are going to happen because I see more negative than positive. (Have you tried to watch the news lately?) But that's no way to live.
I guess I need a lesson in karma.
This post was inspired by the novel Those We Love Most by Lee Woodruff. Every family has its secrets and deceptions, but they come to surface a tragic accident changes the family dynamic forever. Join From Left to Write on June 6 as we discuss Those We Love Most. You can also enter to win a live video chat with Lee Woodruff! As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.