About our Daughter
I am mother to four wonderful daughters, ages 17, 19, 21, and 23, and wife to the greatest husband on earth. God has given us a special child to raise one who was diagnosed with early-onset bipolar disorder at the age of seven, though she showed signs of it from the age of fifteen months. She also has ADHD, Sensory Integration Disorder (sensory seeking), Dyslexia, and Non-Verbal Learning Disorder-NOS, all typical comorbidities for a bipolar child. In spite of the trials, she enjoys lacrosse, running (finished her first marathon in October of 2014!), and reading and writing her own books. I will share with you the many joys and sorrows we have faced and will face in the future with the hope that you may find better understanding about this mental illness caused by both chemical and structural abnormalities in the brain. I desire that you will be encouraged by this blog if you are also dealing with a bipolar child. Thank you for reading and sharing in our journey.
How Did You Know She Was Bipolar So Young?
I wrote a long explanation of how we came to this bipolar diagnosis in a child so young under my post of March 19th of 2009. If your child or a child you know bears similarities, please seek out a good psychiatrist and don't wait for "things to get better." Often they will simply get worse, and the longer a child is unmedicated, the more damage their brain can accrue. Early diagnoses and treatment are key to providing these children with a chance at a successful life later as a teen and an adult.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
I struggle a lot with feelings of total paralysis. When you live in a state of constant crisis, not much else gets done. I ask, "Am I just lazy?" But then I remember my life is so very, very abnormal. Regular motherhood is stressful and overwhelming at times, no matter how rewarding. Being a constant caregiver magnifies everything by a hundred. I don't start projects because I know I won't be able to finish them. Today was a perfect example. I could have done so much, but Caroline's needs got in the way. I know it won't always be like this. It is what it is. My third child ask me why I am so tired all the time. Well, I chalk it up to the emotional strain and the lack of consistent exercise, and whatever else. Oh, and being 45. Oh, and the antidepressants that I have to take or else I end up in a ball on the floor. So I am soporific but sane. But today is a beautiful day, quiet and sunny. So at least I can enjoy this day that God has made. And I am.
Posted by Megan at 3:11 PM