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Jan 15, 2011, 07:52 AM
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Member Since: Jan 2011
Location: West Palm Beach, Florida
Posts: 61
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Originally Posted by PT52
Wow, take a day off... 
This thread appears to have gone from one emotional extreme to another! malapp1 - I'm kind of surprised you stuck through it!
I think maybe we can summarize a whole lot of this conversation fairly easy:
1. Mentally ill or not, we are still held accountable for our actions.
2. Because you love somebody doesn't mean there aren't boundaries.
3. If you have to create distance, or let that person learn from their own mistakes, it doesn't mean you don't love them, even if it hurts.
4. No one person has the same experience and there is no way to predict how anyone will behave tomorrow. The only thing that is real is right now.
I think, malapp1, that you would benefit from sticking around and listening to other people's experiences. You won't get the cut and dried answers you wanted, but you may come to understand how to accept that. One of the hardest things about being BP is knowing that I'll never really know, you know?  |
Some of the lessons one learns in life are “harsh.” They can be very painful and sometimes, we do all we can to not learn the lessons. Bipolar Disorder is a disease and sometimes people will do everything they can to avoid treatment. There is a true anomaly at work. Admitting you have the disease means you are unwell, not admitting it is a bi-product of the disease.
In my case, I allowed the mental health stigma to play out. I chose to believe that she was not unwell. I did all I could to ignore it even though it virtually destroyed me. Sometimes the emotional grief that one suffers at the hand of a disease is overwhelming.
I started the tread hoping someone would tell me that one day she would wake up and come out of it. I hoped that she would realize what happened and take steps to cure us. That hasn’t happened but, there is still time.
Deep down inside of me, my worst fear is likely my reality. I will continue to “hope” but I have to move forward with my life. I have to protect myself from the hurt the disease can cause. The saddest part of all of it is there is a woman out there somewhere who is suffering. She may very well never know just how much I love her.
To all those who suffer from this disease, my message is in my pain. I learned something a long time ago, when you are about to go through a surgery that is very painful, your hope is that tomorrow you will feel better. It may not always be tomorrow but, in the end, if you got the right treatment for the right problem, one day you may feel better. Sometimes the treatment doesn’t work but if you never try you will never know.
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