My brother would never admit he was bipolar. We all knew. Since he wouldn't admit it... he went unmedicated. He was a father of 3 beautiful children (9,4 &2) a brother to 2 sisters, and a son to a set of great parents. He was very depressed, but he didn't reach out. He committed suicide on February 11. The pain is almost intolerable. I have a very strong faith... I don't know what I would do without it; but I have a huge hole in my heart. What do you do to get thru each day without falling apart?
Posts You May Be Interested In
A friend sent this to me..As far as I can see, grief will never truly end.It may become softer overtime, more gentleand some days will feel sharp.But grief will last as long as Love does - ForeverIt's simply the way the absence of your loved onemanifests in your heart. A deep longing accompaniedby the deepest Love some days. The heavy fog mayreturn and the next day, it may recede.Once again, it's...
theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??