Pretty much weekly I get messages from people who are desperate to help a loved one with a mental illness. She has been living with bipolar disorder for 18 years and has written more than 1000 articles on the subject.
I hear versions of this story over and over, my child/parent/sibling/friend/spouse is sick and won’t get help for their mental illness. And sometimes you have to accept not everyone with a mental illness will get help. I don’t know whether he’ll even live to tell the tale. I don’t just willy-nilly tell people to distance themselves from intractable crazy for no reason, I tell them this because they need to be told. Find more of Natasha’s work in her new book: Lost Marbles: Insights into My Life with Depression & Bipolar.
It is recommended that people who are still within the first year of their recovery should avoid beginning romantic relationships.
This is because their priority needs to be staying sober.
Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” ~Mahatma Gandhi Up until my early twenties, I carried around a lot of anger toward someone in my life.
I’d been hurt by a person I trusted, and for a long time in my adolescence I wanted to hurt them back.
I felt not a shred of compassion; just unadulterated pain and rage.
Their behavior is destroying our family/relationship. Like many of us I’m related to a lot of mentally ill people. Stop arranging the desk chairs and get on a damn lifeboat.
There are at least a couple of bipolars and likely a schizophrenic or two hiding in the wings. People who won’t get treatment and continue to hurt you are the Titanic.
I lived in painful stories and in visions of what could have been if I hadn’t been wronged.
I blamed someone else for the life I didn’t have, and felt vindicated in the soul-sucking resentment I carried around from day to day.