Life with a mental illness is challenging. Not only for the person who has the diagnosis, but for those that love that person.
Last night after work, I was in my sewing room (of course) and I had company (which was pretty awesome). A question was asked about dinner, preparation and what should be done about it. I looked at my companion and said, “I don’t remember the last time I actually made dinner!” I used to make dinner nearly every night, but recently I have been hiding and not holding up my part of the deal.
I am incredibly appreciative of how my family is supporting me. Cooking dinner, doing chores, sitting with me, all the while I ride out this wave of mania (and current obsession with sewing).
They say that it takes a village to raise a child. I feel it takes a village to support a person with mental health challenges. It is not a one “man” job, it takes the skills of multiple people to get the job done.
I do not think that thank you is enough. I say it, and I mean it from the entirety of my heart, but it just does not seem to encompass the desires of my heart. The fullness I feel when I see my family. The love and kindness that are evident in their eyes. The fact that I am tearing up right now just thinking about how much love I receive on a daily basis.
I am anxiously looking forward to getting back to a more normative routine. One where I am sleeping the whole night, I have my appetite back, and I am not thinking doom and gloom all the time. I want to be “back”. It cannot come soon enough.