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To my daughter, You have came so far in controlling your bipolar and depression. You have seen the signs and took action in working on what you felt needed to change. You found the right med that makes you happy. In turn you found a wonderful man in your life you helps you and stands by you through your good days and bad days. I am proud of the woman and mother you have became.

To my loveing sister, i know youve Ben though alot with You bipolar.You are a great person, just because You feel leveled out dont mean its time To stop the meds.You know we've Ben through alot made bad decisions.lost our father To doing what he loved working.my bipolar is a little bit different from yours.manic is a part of it just dont ever think no one cares because i do Thats why i got You To see my Dr. i will never look down on You as i feel people look down on me.together we will bet this thing. i have 2 ears and 1 mouth so i can listen twice as hard To You and your cries and i will help You. You must help me To.the only reason im here today is my godsent daughter and To wakk along Your side on this voyage. You loveing brother

To my ex girlfriend Nicole who i loved so much. Seeing you go through what you go through..i wish everyday that i could take your pain away and put it on to myself. This bipolar disorder won't take over your life forever i promise you. Even though you hate me for no reason at all i will continue everyday to try to find a way to help others battling with this disorder. There is nothing i wouldn't have done for you, remember that. You were my rib, my lung, my girlfriend, my life. I will always still see you as a friend. And even though you hurt me so much i blame it on the disease and i accept it. I'm a strong person and i just want you to be okay and to know you're always happy because that's all that matters to me in life. I hope you're doing good. Take care.

To all of you victims, I praise you for your progress, and rip to the beautiful souls bipolar has taken, you're in gods hands now.

To my amazing, beautiful husband: I watch you battle this disease daily, and I am so proud of all the progress you have made. We are on such a long, hard road, but I promise to always travel it with you. You are such a kind-hearted soul, and I treasure every moment with you. I pray that one day, science will find us a better answer. Until then, it's me and you babe, always.

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My son, Harleigh, took too much of his prescribed medications and ended his life. Why? and where is he now? He was a gentle soul. Artistic and creative. Misunderstood and alone. He finally rejected Jesus when he felt that Jesus did not help him for all his asking. He cannot go to hell, can he? After all, he suffered in life daily. He was not easy to live with and I as a mom felt abused by his anger any times. Tho I always loved him. Why is life so unfair. And what can we do to change the HIPPA laws? Harleigh lived with me his entire 34 years, yet I never had a say in his medical care. The benzos they gave him destroyed him. No one listened to me. The way the laws are now the person diagnosed with a mental illness (who is not always rational) has rights, but the loving family (who are rational for the most part) have no rights at all. AND things can become tragic. How many many people are in this fix? What can we do to change these irrational laws and to help those who cannot always help themselves???? We suffer everyday.

My sweet dear husband lost his battle with bipolar when his depression became overwhelming and he took his life. I stayed by his side through 25 years of his fight through the drugs, alcohol, and hyper sexual rampages. I wish hippa was not a law so I could have spoken with his therapist and checked on his meds. I pray he watches over his children and finds peace in the Elysian Fields. I encourage the foundation to work with therapists to find a way to include family so we can better understand and help. To encourage them to get their patients receiving SSI, so as to alleviate stress.

For my Dad who battled bipolar disorder for much of his life; Self medicating with drugs and alcohol to alieviate his suffering. He watches over me now as I battle with bipolar, seeking support and medication. Unfortunately, he was the perfect example of what not to do. I avoid alcohol and drugs. But, suffer horribly in isolation. The one person who would've been able to relate to my road to bipolar recovery - succumb to the illness and passed March 22, 2007, just 6 days after his 60th birthday. Rest peacefully now Dad. And, watch over me. Protect me from the stigma, and give me the strength to cope and fight this illness. I'm sorry you suffered, I know now how unbearable it was. Smile upon me when I overcome obstacles and guide me when I struggle. You're in my thoughts and prayers. Your Daughter, CeeCee.