Stories of Hope and Recovery
Our house of cards came down, but it’s being rebuilt – sturdier this time, with more realistic expectations for all of us.
Not so long ago, you would hear us say such things as: “We don’t know what happened” or “We never raised her that way.” Our daughter was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when she was seventeen – what an emotional roller coaster with the highs and the lows.
Soon she became dependent on various drugs. It’s been three years now since she gave birth to our grandchild, high, even up to delivery -- we won’t even go into the legal issues that came about. Although consumed with concern for her welfare, our greatest concern and focus became our grandson’s welfare.
Bright and quite intelligent, he goes all the time, not like other kids – all the time - and he’s been dismissed from two (2) daycares. What a whirlwind! We knew she needed help, our grandson needed help, and, quite honestly, we were exhausted and needed help. After a little networking, with friends who were involved with a local advocacy group, we found hope and resources. We now understand that we’re dealing with a brain disease and that no one is at fault.
Our family now focuses on treatment and things are improving.
I got help and I successfully worked the programs. Unfortunately, last year they changed our insurance carrier, I had to switch my medications, and they added a very high deductible. There were so many changes and financial hardships with the new coverage. I began to struggle with managing my disorders. How are you supposed to stay well when they do these things? I was so glad that I had discovered coping mechanisms through my treatment program and that I had developed a strong network to rely upon during such times as this.