On a very personal note....

One of the biggest and most profound decisions that I was faced with (given my condition) was whether or not I could...........should....have children.  Please don't get me wrong......I am in no way saying that anyone who is bipolar is not capable of nurturing a family.....in MY particular case, I would likely have faced parenthood as a single parent as I had never been fortunate enough to be in a stable relationship.  This brings up an entirely different dynamic.......what would happen if I was unable to function properly?  I was known to drift off and disappear for days....but what if there was someone relying on me to be there for them?  What if I was gone?  For days or perhaps permanently?  Who could care for this little life in my absence?  And in the end, is it fair to knowingly bring a human being into this extremely unpredictable and occasionally volatile situation?  There were so many more questions and no real answers which led me to my ultimate decision that this would just not be a wise thing for me to do...........ever.

I know people all talk about womens' "biological clock".  As a child, I never once had any notion of my perfect wedding......nor any knowledge of any clock ticking within me.  For me, I think the clock was more of a realization that there is so much to life......so many emotions to experience.....so many dreams to share......ideas to discuss......laughter to engage in.  There was no clock telling me that I needed to do something in a certain time frame but there was always a deep rooted feeling that the most profound experience in life had to be in the absolute sharing of such.  I could see and experience the most wonderful, breathtaking things to ever grace this earth but they would somehow lose their beauty if I couldn't share it with another human being.

Sometimes it's difficult to find meaning in your existence when it only deals with yourself.  Yes, there are friends, family.....even perfect strangers who can touch your life in any given moment.  It never felt quite complete though.  In this age of social media, I derive HUGE amounts of pleasure seeing photographs of my friends with their families.  It's my own form of vicarious parenthood.  And then one day, very recently, it suddenly dawned on me.  I may not have raised my own child but there are so many people out there to truly love.....beyond birth rights.....beyond genetics.......beyond race, age, time......sharing love....giving of what is the essential part of YOU goes beyond all that and every one of us is able to participate.  I am fully aware that parenthood is something completely separate from all else and yes, I will probably always have a melancholy vacancy in my heart and soul from never knowing this first hand; however, I think the day when you can come to terms with this knowledge and realize that you still have much to give and learn.....share and experience......and most of all to love, without expectations but simply and purely.......then the battle really is won.