Memory Wall

My family just found me...after 9 months of living in my car, running away from ME! I didn't believe that such a "perfect" family would accept someone like me; in the darkest depth of bi-polar dispair. Fate brought us together and love will hold us together. I'm here on your site today... safe and warm, and want to say that there IS hope. Between the depression and the mania, there is a place in your heart where you will find unconditional love FOR YOURSELF. Good Luck... and NEVER SURRENDER!

My dear sister passed away last June because she had gone off her medication for the 3rd time in 15 or so years and her husband I believe gave up on the system. My sister was 302'd on a Friday and was released the following Monday; 3 days later she was dead from suffocation. Her husband left her alone that night and she was found the next morning. I believe her immediate family, especially husband were embarrassed and kept it a secret. Stories need to be told, people need to be educated.

In Memory of, Cyndi, my dear ultra intelligent, compassionate and beautiful friend. A star burned out the day you left us, proof that mental illness can be a fatal disease. Connected by phones, coffee and cigarettes we laughed as Companions on a journey we wanted to make sense of it all.. We agreed no one understood., even our brothers, the doctors. Your service was lovely under the infamous Oak Tree on a bright warm September day. Rest in love and peace, my dear. You are present with me every day.

In Memory of, Cyndi, my dear ultra intelligent, compassionate and beautiful friend. A star burned out the day you left us, proof that mental illness can be a fatal disease. Connected by phones, coffee and cigarettes we laughed as Companions on a journey we wanted to make sense of it all.. We agreed no one understood., even our brothers, the doctors. Your service was lovely under the infamous Oak Tree on a bright warm September day. Rest in love and peace, my dear. You are present with me every day.

In memory of my cousin Rosemarie. It's been 30 years since you became another fatality of this terrible, traumatic disease. How much pain , rejection, and hopelessness you felt. 15 years later at age 40, I, too, was diagnosed as having bipolar. There is no shame in having bipolar. The shame belongs to those who deny their own symptoms as their "personality". You are my inspiration and voice when writing and confronting the ignorance and maliciousness of the "educated" and "religious". A beautiful new generation are now maturing. I wait to discover who among us are the special ones. In Love and Peace.

In memory of my beloved son, Joseph. If it were in my power I would change the Hippa Law as regarding adult victims of Bipolar & Schizophrenia.Parents are SO excluded & thus rendering them helpless to aid & understand. It SHOULD be a 'team effort'! It's too late for me, too late for my son, who is now gone......

I found bipolar disorder in 1998, after lost job, married ans my house, ´cause my oscillating behavior. I drunk too. Today I am in tretment with olanzapine. I have many glad, but the bipolar disorder cut 14 years in my life. Thanks and sorry may horrible English.

suffer well. and get well soon.

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me.

In memory of my nephew Dan who took his life last week. May you rest in peace, the peace you so deserved on this earth. You will never be forgotten. Love, Aunt Marie

For my husband. You knew me before I was diagnosed and after. You stuck by my side through my bouts of mania and years of depression. You supported my ideas - all of them, brilliant or not, without judgement. You've helped me find my way through every psychiatric hospitalization and didn't leave me alone, when all I wanted was to be "gone". I love you so much, it hurts to imagine a love so deeply. You are my rock. You are my safety net. You are my life. I love you.