No truer words were EVER spoken. My husband with Bipolar 1 disorder has been depressed/apathetic since his last manic/pyschotic episode last Spring. To say I have been lonely isa an understatement. I only remark that I have lived with a card board cutout throughout the entirety of the summer. My fun loving, life of the party, adventurous husband was nothing but a shell throughout the entire past 5 months.
About a month ago, we went to a new psychiatrist who switched his meds. Within a week I started to see glimmers of my husband. A full month out and I can report I have my husband back. My kids have their father back. The amount of gratitude coursing through my veins can never be contained within the confines of the written word.
This Thanksgiving, I cannot help but be grateful for anything other than having my husband back. Mental illness is a terrible disease. It has the ability to hijack a person you love and keep them hostage, and you have NO control or say.
This Thanksgiving, the picture frame, "Thankful, Grateful, Blessed," meant more than just a nice sentiment. I truly and deeply felt that despite all the difficulties, God was still in our corner. This Thanksgiving, I truly feel thankful, grateful and blessed to live in a time when mental illness can no longer steal the person I love away from me for good. I am grateful and blessed that because of modern medicine, the man I love, the man who is the father to my children, and the man I want to navigate life with can still be here because of modern medicine.
Happy Thanksgiving!
