I read someone’s blog today and it made me feel like I was less than. This is the dangers of comparing.
I have my own story with all its nuances and different interpretations. It is not good to compare with other’s my stories. Bottom line.
I try to share my experiences with the hopes of helping others, but when people read mine I hope they do not feel less than, the way I felt.
I am not my disorder and it is not me, but it is a part of who I am so it is important to tell my story and to read other’s stories as well.
Life is hard enough, not to compare is my goal right now. I will take it all in and appreciate the similiarities but as to the differences I must realize that there will always be just that and not wish for a different life.
I am pretty happy with who I have become and the result of this is honest introspection. Do I wish I didn’t have this disorder? I can’t wish for something that is unattainable so that is a place I must not go. I can only live my life to the fullest possible and I do believe that my recovery is an important piece to that puzzle.