Why I Started This Blog

To tell you the truth I've always been a little hesitant sharing about being bipolar publicly. But in the last week I have discovered that a small number of my dear friends have been diagnosed as being bipolar and I guess instead of just sharing with them alone I thought I might reach out to whom ever it might be who is interested in learning how I have grown to overcome this disorder.

It wasn't an easy journey. In fact I'm sure I haven't even reached the middle of the road. I'm still on meds though they maybe tinny tiny compared to the thousands of milligrams I took in the past but never the less, I have overcome. Though, I did not do this by my self. It took a small village and a great big God to yank me out of the dark pit I had dug for myself. But I'm glad I can now safely say I am out of the roller coaster and a mere passenger in a car driven by the Lord, my guide and best counselor!

So before I get into the actual journalling and deep reconnaissance mission into my past and present.. I just wanted to introduce , inform and ease you all into the whole thing.. this journey.. so from my website: www.isabellathejourney.com I have copy pasted a little poem.. I hope you will enjoy.. here goes:

DESCRIBING THE ROAR a poem by : I.L. Gonzalez

It’s like a rustling of leaves in wind.

Like the galloping hoofs of bulls ready to charge

Better yet a motor revving up it’s engine

Tonight, this was my emotion.

Tonight this was like the seducing lure to wake up and write.

Ideas falling from the heavens,

all the stillness I could muster,

lifted up to my mind and yet my heart felt more,

And faster,

As an energy soared.

This is me,

Describing the roar.

Some times it’s to stay awake when I should be asleep,

Sometimes it’s to fight when I should remain meek,

But it is what it is,

A lion at my front door.

But I am unshaken,

For I am not alone,

The Master hunter is a heart beat from me

He is my Protector,

My souls strength

My Stillness

My Miracle

The Lover that will not abandon

I could go on.

But suddenly,

It’s still.

As if mentioning Him drove the cat away

What is at the edge of my bed

A shadow of what will soon be dead

My enemy not my friend

And at my heart beat’s beckon

I have a Silent Vindicator

Against the one oppressor

So this is the start,

This is how it is,

A war that can be won,

For all is safe with His, only Son.

Enveloped in symbols,

I shall set you free,

I talk of the man who died upon a tree

Whose blood I wear proud like a velvet robe

For I am protected by Him who

Reaped what He sowed

In me a seed of truth

Watered by love and the prayers of my youth

This is the beginning, the un-popped kernels

This is the beginning of the bipolar journals