I would like to tell you what it's like to live with someone who has bipolar, which is a sickness. What makes it hard is that they don't understand that they are sick and need help.
My mom married the love of her life, Robert, and was the happiest she ever could be. He began to get these really bad headaches. He went to the hospital and got medicine, which helped for a little bit. Then he would always be tired and always sleep. Then that's when he started to get moody. He would get mad at the littlest of things. He got mad that my brother Samuel sat at in his chair at the table. Before all of that my mom asked him if he was going to eat and he said no and went back to sleep. He later came in and saw Samuel in his chair. He stormed upstairs and grabbed his gun and went outside. It scared all of us and he wouldn't tell us what he was doing. He sat in his car and stayed there for a long time. He later came in and was fine. Those kinds of moments happen anytime, all the time. There also night were I stayed up just listening to yelling because my mom was trying to tell him something and he would start yelling at her.
Last weekend I went to a festival with my mom, Back 40. It was a bluegrass festival and Robert was there. My mom later explained how hard it was for her to chose her kids or the love of her life. She told me she thought she found the one. She use to sing this song about a wife telling her husband goodbye but to both of them. Everyone ask her to sing that song but she can't anymore because its to close to home as she says.
I might not understand the pain my mom went through, but I could only imagine what it felt like.
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