what needs to happen."
"What if I say no?"
"We have the ability to force it."
It all began with an episode that quickly spiraled out of control and ended up with my daughter, who was diagnosed as Bipolar in 2012, being voluntarily admitted by me, her Mom.
You know, the one that's suppose to protect her and keep her safe.
My beautiful, talented, little girl, begged to be taken to the Psychiatric Hospital the evening before. Although she had never been, she said she needed to go. I on the other hand was terrified at the thought . All I knew about Psychiatric hospitals was what I saw on TV. But, after four hours filled with threats of jumping out a window, screaming, crying, running down the street and lastly threatening to hurt her sibling, we made the trip. Five hours later we were sent home, exhausted.
The next day, I was cautiously hopeful the storm had passed as it had before. Standing in the bathroom not 10 feet from my daughter's bedroom, I was coloring my hair. The grays seemed to be coming faster these days. I heard a noise, almost a cough, I thought my daughters Acid Reflux was causing her trouble. She had developed Gastritis as a result of all the emotions her Bipolar brought her. That morning she was quiet but remorseful for her episode the night before.
I replied, "Yes, I will always and forever love you."
"But, how can you love someone like me?"
"Because, you are my daughter, and you bring me so much joy."
"You are going to be mad at me."
"Did you throw up on your bedroom floor again I asked?"
That had happened two nights before because of the acid reflux.
"No. I can't tell you what happened."
"Yes, you can, it's ok."
My daughter has an amazing support team in her Therapist, Psychiatrist and family. Her therapist and I both thought she was going through some preteen moodiness. The weeks prior she had started spending most of her time in her room. She no longer wanted to hang out with me. She had to be constantly having a friend over or going to a friends. Being idle, agitated her. She was still engaging with her friends so we thought it was nothing serious.
Back in the bathroom doorway, my daughter lets her hand drop for her neck and the tears start flowing.
She responded, "I tied something around my neck and pulled as hard as I could for as long as I could, then I got scared."
This couldn't be real. My beautiful, talented, funny little girl, hurt herself?
I told her it was ok. I asked her to put her shoes on, I called my father quickly and said we are coming over. I didn't know what to do. I needed time to think but she needed away from the situation. By the time we got to my Dad's 20 minutes later, she was out of the car showing Grandpa her round-off she had been working so hard on. I was confused. I called her docs office they said bring her in at 4:00.
4:15... please understand we wouldn't be saying than if we didn't feel like this is what needs to happen. My daughter had just told her Therapist that she had a plan to kill herself, that she would hurt her brother, that she didn't feel safe going home because of what she might do. She told them she wanted to go to the hospital. Imagine...being 10 and knowing, you needed to be someplace to keep those around you safe.
"I am so sorry for doing this to you."
She knew she needed to be there and was more worried about how I would be.
When I asked her why she tied the scarf around her neck, she said
“to get rid of the pain in my mind."
I was only ten feet away.
That you love those with mental health issues. And most of all, remind yourself that as a family member or friend, you have the strength and obligation to support and love someone that is struggling.
To those that read this and are struggling, you are loved and you can be strong and you will feel better, if you ask for help.
~A Proud Mom
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