compromises makes me happy. the brainlooks at the consequenzes and such while ma heart tells me what I really really want (shamelessly ) if it'S a no go I searchfor alternate ways and compromises between logic and feelings ...or so
I'm bipolar. No worries to be sorry, it makes me unique
I'm on medications, 100 mg compared to the average 700 mg bipolar patient.
Plus I have counsellors and a boyfriend who's having a hard time with it but trying to help. Plus my mom is a great support system. It's all good
Maybe it's just part of my personality as of being carefree, but when you get caught up in the moment, do something stupid and completely not even remember it or think twice, it can be dangerous.
It's mostly working with self control and catching myself during my "highs" and picking myself up during my "lows". Either way though, it's all good. I'm very self aware. I'm only 20 and I've been fighting mental illness since I was 16 (when things really kicked in) and I knew to never fight it alone. Therefore, since day one I found support all around me wherever I could. It's important.
People can follow their hearts but end up disappointed, bitter and unsatisfied. They can follow their brains but end up confused, indecisive, and fearful. They can follow both, but the unexpected usually happens.
I tend to follow where ever the wind takes me. I feel fine with that and carry on with fulfilling my Bucket List. Which is working for me and I'm satisfied with that. It's never too soon to have a Bucket List.
While I tend to overthink EVERYTHING a LOT... I usually follow my heart about 80% of the time, I act first, then feel, then think. This sometimes leads to me regretting something, but often enough it turns out to be the right choice.
You see, being led by my heart is often difficult, seeing as I currently lack one. I do, however, have a little hamster in a wheel that is constantly running. The previous fact also explains the masses of fruit and nuts I devour, in order to power my hamster. So yes, I am led by my brain.
I follow my brain. Most of the time. All but a handful of times I've opened up my heart to someone, they take it as an invitation to stab me in the back soon after. I figured after the bajillionth time I might as well quit trying.