I think the hardest part of being a mom to a son, both of us with Bipolar Disorder, is the utter inability to take away his pain. All that pain I know has existed, currently resides and will strike in the future.
So, I resign myself to knowing that holding his hand as he makes his way through is the best I can do. I hope he feels that love in my touch, and I thank the Lord that He is carrying my son through all he has faced and ever will encounter.
My granddaughter is in all likelihood bipolar, but refuses treatment. It is heart breaking to know that her life could be so much easier if she sought treatment.
My granddaughter is in all likelihood bipolar, but refuses treatment. It is heart breaking to know that her life could be so much easier if she sought treatment.
My only recourse is prayer
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And I’ll pray with you.
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