(March 11, 2010)

I’ve come to a place where I haven’t been before, at least I don’t recollect having been here before. I hate having this disorder and lacking the control I would like to have over my feelings and subsequent behaviour. Last week I was hard on a person, blaming him for the depression I was feeling. But I shouldn’t have had such depression over what had happened and I shouldn’t have laid the blame on someone else for it.

Now I feel such shame for adding to this person’s already stressful life. I’m just so very sorry. And I’m ashamed for having a disorder that makes me do things like this. I just pray that he’ll forgive me. Even more than this I hope and pray his life will become easier and less stressful.

In my writings and all my work I encourage people not to feel ashamed of their bipolar disorder. I encourage them to look at it as just another illness, one they’re not to be blamed for having. And yet today I feel ashamed. I don’t want to hurt people. I don’t want to burden them with too much of me. I lean too heavily on two or three people and I regret that. And yet it isn’t within my power to stop. I need their support. It’s because of their support that I’ve been able to do as well as I have. Without these wonderful friends in my life there would be no Living Room.

I’ve had such a lot of attention as the founder of Living Room. People think so much of what I do. And yet without my supporters and their encouragement to always stay close to God, I would be nothing.

Just want to thank you, my friends, you know who you are, for all you’ve been to me. I want to thank you for how you’ve shown Christ’s love to me. And I pray that I will find a way to burden you less, though I don’t know if I can. I’ve tried before. I love you.