Bipolar Disorder Makes Me Stronger For My Boys

I have done some research about my illness. I learned that 1 in 5 people diagnosed die from it. Those are scary statistics when you think about it. It means I have a pretty good chance of not watching my children grow up. I could miss out on the first day of school, proms, graduation, weddings, and even meeting my grandchildren. A person with my illness has an average shortened life span of 9 years. 9 years. There would be almost of decade of time, I would end up missing out on. 9 years. It makes my heart ache just thinking about it. I would potentially miss 9 years with my loving husband.

The hardest part of it all is there is no cure. There is no getting better. There is only remission maintained by diet, exercise, outpatient therapy, and medications. This is if I have the insurance to cover all my medications, regular blood tests required by some medications, and doctor visits. Then there are the side effects of some of the life-sustaining medications: loss of fine motor skills, liver damage, and weight gain to name a few. The sacrifices made to keep me alive if I could afford it. Sometimes. Sometimes I don’t have the money and I have to go at it alone. I have to take each episode as they come. Just praying I have enough strength to make it to the next.

Some days I grow weary of the struggle. I get tired of fighting and I just want to let fate decide. I look into my children’s face and believe that deserve better than an always sick mom. Then I think about going to the hospital for treatment. Just to stay long enough to get myself in a good place. Then who would take care of my children. I couldn’t be so selfish to expect someone to take care of my kids while I try to get better. I just need to suck it up and keep moving forward. Let’s be honest, I am the modern-day equivalent of a leper. Sure, people may feel sorry for me, but not enough to reach out a helping hand.

And if I finally decide to let my illness claim me as 1 out of 5, I will be a villain not a hero. There will be no ribbons worn in honor of me. No one will be there to light a luminary at a walk in support of my illness. No T-shirts. No fundraisers.  No memorials or 5Ks. I will be viewed as selfish and thoughtless. No one will talk about the fight I put up. They will only focus on the part of where I gave up. The stigma of my death will carry on to my children. For if my children chose to share how I died, they will not be met with sympathy but pity. And my death will forever lower my worth as a mother. It is a shame because my children will know how hard I fought. However they will be frowned up if they choose to honor me.  They will have to defend the legitimacy of my illness.

However there is a silver lining in all of this. Though it may be potential deadly, it is not terminal. Matter of fact death from this illness is 100% preventable. With research, awareness, and proper treatment, no one will ever have to die from this illness. I have bipolar disorder. Bipolar disorder affects approximately 5.7 million adult Americans, or about 2.6% of the U.S. population age 18 and older every year. (National Institute of Mental Health) Bipolar disorder results in 9.2 years reduction in expected life span, and as many as one in five patients with bipolar disorder completes suicide. (National Institute of Mental Health) These are unavoidable truths that need to be addressed.

Truth is I don’t want to be a statistic. And seeing my children have at least 25% chance of being bipolar, I don’t want them to be one either. We need to stop treating mental illnesses so lightly. We need to start recognizing that they are potently deadly illnesses. No matter how someone dies, their life mattered. We need to start recognizing this and start acting upon it.  My fight deserves the same dignity and respect as any other. In this world, every life is precious.

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5 thoughts on “Bipolar Disorder Makes Me Stronger For My Boys

  1. This is an amazing post. I’m so glad to have seen women I know in recent years “come out” about having this illness. Awareness garners support from others in your life (not to mention funding if the awareness is wide enough spread.) Bravo for sharing so candidly and promoting the cause!

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  2. I bookmarked this 6 weeks ago when I was diagnosed. I have probably read it 30 times since then, and it brings me to tears. every. time. You have so eloquently put into words what I could not. From the bottom of my heart…thank you, thank you, and thank you..for giving me a voice.

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  4. You explained everything word for word the same way I feel. It made me feel like I was not alone. Someone gets it, someone else understands. A whole lot of the time you feel alone and like no one understands. Thank you for helping me w your story. I am blessed. Stay strong, keep fighting and don’t ever give up. Our children are worth the fight, no matter how long that is. That’s the least we can give to them. We can’t sell them shorter, you know what I mean♡♡

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  5. My whole family never took the time to learn about my illness, just kept calling me crazy, until after 5 years being diagnoses, my husband of 40 years filed for a divorce and took my three grown daughters, 8 grandchildren and 1 very great granddaughter away. I am 58 and my whole world is gone. I admit I will probably be the 1 in 5, as I don’t really have anything to continue to battle the illness for, and it gets harder every day.

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