We have two family members who have battled bipolar disorder. One of them won the battle. Sadly my mother lost her fight. Those years of struggle were the hardest and darkest our family has every faced. We were strapped on a. never ending roller coaster ride. Like Space Mountain, just without the stars. It was terrifying. Words cannot describe the helpless heartache as you watch someone you love held tightly in the grasp of an illness you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy.
Our journey is a deeply personal one that still invokes very tender feelings. I think the hardest part was as my mom lost her battle, my love was finally emerging from its dark mists. We had made it to the top of Mount Everest, a victory we could share with no one, at least that's how I felt way at the time. So few knew the magnitude of what we had survived.
Time and perspective has allowed us to share our journey with many. The lessons we have learned are profound. Be gentle with people....kindness conquers more than you think. I am grateful. For the illness no, but the lessons yes.