I hate mental illness. It has robbed me of the man I love. As he goes through active mania, depression, anxiety, suicide, or drug addiction, I can only watch and sit in pain, silently. I hurt!!!! I hurt because he becomes consumed with trying to find silence in his head. He seeks comfort from outside of himself, which is nothing but destruction.
I just recently found the family meetings and the family to family 12 week class. I went to my first group meeting last night. It was so wonderful to listen to others talk my story. I was able to talk my story and they got it, no judgment. I wish this would have been something available a long time ago. Maybe things could have been different for us. I would of been better educated on the illness. I would of learned the difference and how to love HIM and help the disease without judgment, control or anger.
See we have been married 21 years, we have been inseparable for 23 years. He left 8 months ago on a whim. I was used to that because he would just come up missing for weeks and not know where he had been. I would get a call from an institution or police department to come and take care of the situation. He always came back home. I miss my best friend, my lover, partner, father of our children. We still see each other and talk. But he is cycling again and pushing me away, harder than he ever has before. He says he doesn’t want to hurt me anymore, but it still does.
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