So I have been in a partial day program for my bipolar depression. Last week my family celebrated the birth of my brother's second son. I was giddy. This week all I can think about is how my sister is missing all this. She died 25 years ago when I was 9 and brother was 7. I have cried periodically for my sister and truly believe at least in part my sister's death triggered my depressions. I love my sister she is and was the love of my life. Partial has been having me talk about this which is very very difficult. I only very rarely talk about my sister it's too hard. But one social worker really wants you to talk and apparently that's what's on my mind. Ugh!!