Great Times of Freedom

I was reflecting back to moments in my life were true happiness flourished and when I were free of mundane confusing thoughts. It was pure bliss for me, but in a calm,safe place. Not crowed by mania and madness. Those were Serene times. I know I felt like that when I realized my sexuality. Accepting that I was gay came within those parameters. A hidden secret unfolded into a whirlwind of pleasure. Not pleasure as I sex, but pleasure of self. I also felt that same way when I met my partner. I knew our lives were there for a reason I could not explain. I just knew. I have been with him for 18 years now and he has never ever thought of my bipolar to be a weakness. He has taken care of me when my mind could not. He3 put up with my temper flare ups and my countless bouts of mania. He knows how to handle me in all these moments with pure respect and a pouring of love. He lay with me. Holding me tight when I fell in the darkness of depression. He gave me life when I tried to lose it and let me know how to move within the dark of terror. I have never had that in my complicated dysfunctional life before. I love him for that. These were the moments of my life were true happiness flourished and i was freed of mundane confusing thoughts. With him I am free. 
When I gave up on denial and repaired my twisted mind by way of compliant freedom of success with my recovery. That is when I also felt an overwhelming feeling of accomplishment.

I still get some days of elated moods with extreme happiness and flights of flawless ideas, but I now know how to recognize when I get too happy and I can sit quietly, meditate, and slow down the euphoric madness within my head. Thanks to my Higher power. I am me and I am free.