Super Bowl 50: Better Than The Highest High

Super Bowl 50 was definitely a high point for this mostly-depressed bipolar chick. I screamed, I cheered, I kicked my feet, I jumped up and down and generally went totally mad.  It was a high like no other!  I’ll tell you a secret:  I thought the Panthers were going to KILL us!  I was still traumatized by the beating we took two years ago at the hands of the Seattle Seahawks, a game I was unfortunate enough to watch in the looney bin.  For so many reasons, it’s a game I’d love to forget.  This game, however, is one I’ll remember forever.  It’s kind of like a metaphor for life – I was afraid to hope!  Afraid to hope, yet cheering every little bit of progress, and as the time went by, a little piece of me was saying, “Could this be?  Could they actually win?” – and it begs the question. Can this be? Can we actually win in this fight against this deadly disease?  I think, against the odds, bit by bit, minute by minute, small fight by small fight, that we can!  I see people write about what they’ve accomplished in a day, and it’s a LOT by my standards, and they’re still beating up on themselves!  The key I think is to celebrate the victories.  And the victories are all around us.  You got out of bed?  Winning!  You went to work?  Winning!!  You made a meal?  Did your laundry?  Exercised?  WINNING!!!  Let’s celebrate it all, and build on it.  That’s what I’m going to do this week.  Little by little, bit by bit, small win by small win, I’m going to beat this disease.  Just today.  And today becomes a week.  And a week becomes a month.  And so on.  We have our ups and downs, but let’s be our own best friends.  Let’s be our own best cheerleaders.  WE CAN DO THIS, PEOPLE!  Have a great week!  BPOF

31 thoughts on “Super Bowl 50: Better Than The Highest High

  1. Can we beat it, like altogether, never to come again? I wish I could catch your optimism like a flu bug and just believe, but I don’t. I think the most I can hope for are short reprieves, but it always returns, always will. I’m sorry I couldn’t share in your enthusiasm on this one.

    • No we can’t beat it altogether. I wish we could. My premise is that we can go for the small wins, and give ourselves credit for that, and try to build on that. God, you know me better than that! I could be crying tomorrow! But the willingness to try, which I know I’m sometimes short on, is what can give us those little *pings* that can lift us up. That’s what I’m saying.

      • I am with you BPOF. We have to remain optimistic to get us through the doldrums. My optimism is stemming from my sudden willingness to learn more about bipolar and connect with others who understand it. In doing so, I am becoming mindful about what triggers me and what makes me feel overwhelmed and what I need to do to fight off an episode and/or shorten its reign over me. You sound like you already have a good grasp on all of this. Look forward to reading more from you.

      • Thank you Robin. For me, reading other people’s blogs has educated me and helped me a LOT! I’ve learned more than any article on Bipolar could teach me. And, I only have a handle on my Bipolar on certain days 😛 but I try awful hard 😀

      • You seem so realistic. Makes me wonder if I am unrealistic to think I can manage it by trying to remain stable all of the time? It’s like I am scared if I faulter again so I live wound up pretty tight. Makes me want to loosen up a little and no worry so much about what might or might not happen. Guess that’s my anxiety talking though. One day at a time, I hope I’ll get there and become more peaceful about being bipolar. I want to live life fully and freely, but mental illness has been a crutch I refuse to acknowledge outwardly. I’ve kept my diagnoses extremely private to this point. Too private, I think. Or at least that’s how I feel today. Tomorrow could be different! Cheers to that! And to you if you read all of this 🙂

      • OF COURSE I read all of that!! I think I am realistic. And it’s up to you, who you share your diagnosis with. The only thing about not sharing it, is that you may be denying yourself support. It’s hard to know, but I get a lot of support by being “out” with my diagnosis. Of course, sometimes it’s too much, like my family sometimes infantilizes me and that makes me want to scream! And sometimes I do, in a sense. I make it known that I DO have a handle on taking care of myself. But, it’s nice to know they care.

  2. It was a good game. (for the Broncos, at least…) It’s funny you thought the Panthers were going to kill the Broncos. My husband and I were talking before the game started and were positive the Panthers were going to choke. Ha. I thought of you and was happy for you when they won! Haha.. (that’s kind of creepy, but its ok)

  3. I looooooooove you! Will you still love me if I admit I, um, don’t exactly love football???? I watched halftime music and Gaga though! Give me points for that. And I’m with you about the message of your post, all the way!!!!! It’s a touchdown post!

  4. I just had to up my Celexa and extend the time with my SAD light…does that count? 😆I’m going to walk today and throw out the junk food. It’s such a struggle. I get so tired of it. Thanks for the pep talk. Loved GaGa. Love The Mannings. Love you, Bi.

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