The mothers of children with long histories of bipolar or major depressive disorders suffer untold misery and cry rivers of tears.
To be honest, I know one of these mothers and she and her family, after many painful years, realize that their child’s mental illness is simply terminal. There is always hope that he will respond to treatment, that he will go into remission, but if not, the march for him is somewhat inexorable and it will, somehow, sometime, end in early death.
I recently read “The Suicidal Mind,” and I understood more what my friend was telling me.
And yes, slap away. Hard. I’ll keep the light on for you.
I may need to read that book.
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It’s the devil that promises doom to the emotionally tormented. It is not God.
And, the devil is a liar.
I got to know her when her son was about 10, and over the next 15 years I saw her struggle daily with what to do and how to handle his condition. Drugs, alcohol, cutting, suicide attempts, trips to the emergency room. More than once, she told her son that if he was going to kill himself, she was gonna go with him.
There were times when I would just hold the phone to my ear just to let her cry for an hour, or sometimes she would scream about the injustice visited upon her wonderful young son. She began to dedicate her life to saving his.
There is no doubt in my mind that Marie Osmond would have done anything to save her sons life. (I read somewhere earlier today that the family has her on suicide watch...and I believe it.)
But I would enjoy spending about 20 minutes in a room with just me, Rosanne Barr and a baseball bat.