Posted on August 25, 2015 by mariskameldrum •	This entry was posted in Anger, Daily Life, Despair, Friendship, Hope and tagged anger, bipolar, bitterness, hope. Bookmark the permalink.
Beautiful analogy! Bipolar disorder has definitely influenced me in all sorts of ways. Would *love* a cure. At the moment I’m not concerned about my girls because I’ve been doing much better; I’d simply like them to meet other moms who they like and respect who have bipolar so they don’t feel like they’re the only ones!
sorry, I meant so they see that other kids have moms with bp – not just them! And that these moms are awesome, just like other moms who don’t have bp.
Great post! I love the analogy!
I have been diagnosed with depression, anxiety and PTSD and I was a very bitter person a year ago. I learned that hiding my true feelings from my kids made the environment of the home more tense and uncomfortable. When I started to share my feelings they didn’t look down upon me…they were actually relived. They knew WHY I was upset and that it wasn’t to do with them. They could go on with their day giving me hugs and support and not having to analyze my body language etc.