One who loves me, treats me adoringly, helps me in any way he can, is creative, helps his friends, extends kindness to *misfits* at school, and is all around loveable.
I have another son who has black eyes, misreads and misunderstands things you say, becomes loud, belligerent and cruel, and is not only emotionally abusive, but physically abusive as well.
Unfortunately, both of my sons live in ONE human body. He has Bipolar, and he faces these awful hardships brought with it.
Even sadder, he inherited this from me.
Between our two human bodies, reside four people. I’m glad that we are strong enough to know that when it all settles, we love each other very much and are trying our best.
But my gosh, what a heartbreaking challenge. Within two days, each of us have expressed wanting to be done with Bipolar, done with this world. (I didn’t say that in front of him, of course.)
However, imagine your child coming to you and saying that he feels so awful and hopeless, that mom better take his medication into her room for the night because he is considering swallowing all of them.
So, tomorrow we set out for more help. On this day in particular, World Suicide Prevention Day, I found it important to share our story.
Love yourselves and each other. Take care of yourselves and each other. 🎗🙏💛✌