Bipolar disorder changed my life.

     On the first day of the second semester of my grade ten school year I was informed of my loss.  While family and friends had searched franticly for her the day before and through the night, it was confirmed.  Myself and the 9 other children in my family were left motherless. 

     I remember feeling cold.  I could not cry.  For some time I felt like an empty shell of a person.  We buried her three days later. 

     She never talked about her illness.  It was embarrassing I suppose.  I guess for most it is a private matter.  We (her children) did not know that she suffered with bipolar disorder.  We did not know what it was or how it could ever have such a devastatingly cold touch.  It left us alone and in despair. 

     I remember one thing vividly.  I remember the pain in the faces of my brothers and sisters.  I remember my the look in my fathers eyes after he came home from a business trip that had him in another country.  I am still haunted by the images of my family huddled together in groups, sobbing for the loss of their mother.  The youngest were only five and six years of age.  The loss of their mother was devastating to them.

     It was only a short time before others in my family began to exhibit the symptoms of bipolar disorder.  In just a few short years my family was coming apart at the seams. 

     It was then that my father began to search and pray for answers to our families situation.  We have found support and answers for us.  The children in my family no longer suffer with the symptoms of bipolar disorder. 

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