Struggling & haven’t found anything to make it better or even distract from it. Sorry, that’s all I’ve got today.
Reasons I’m Glad I Did Not Commit Suicide.
– Love for my family.
– Specifically speaking of my son, because if there is suicide in your family, you’re more likely to take your own life. Add to that, he too has Bipolar Disorder, that would set up disaster for him.
– Simple things, though they may sound silly or trivial, but honestly – birds, flowers, rivers & oceans & swimming, pizza 🍕, music, arts and crafts, and every once in awhile, writing something halfway decent.
– Happy to help just one person out there know they are not alone in having Bipolar, or any Mental Illness, or Chronic Illness, for that matter.
Reason I’m Afraid I Will Eventually Commit Suicide.
– Because I have Bipolar Disorder 1 with Psychosis & I Am Tired.
Please feel free to post here with feelings, thoughts, experiences…..
Know that you are not alone. WE ARE NOT ALONE, and though there is still a long way to go, we are gaining ground and speaking out.
Let’s start yelling! 🗣
Keep fighting! 👊
Take care of yourselves and each other & treat yourself gently. Rock on, people. ✌💛
Two Sons ~ 9.10.18 ~ blog entry
I have two sons.
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. 🎗🙏💛✌
Still struggling… with moments of being okay. I’m aiming for contentment. Almost there. Just flying high and plunging way too low, way too quick, back to back. Tired… and the physical pain – forget about it.
(Photo credit nerdist.com)
Feeling defeated at times. Still know I’ll be okay. Thank God I’ve not lost the plot 100% and that I know that deep inside somewhere.
How are you, friends? Take care of yourselves and each other. Let us know here if you need help. 💛🙏✌