How does your family help you with your bipolar? Do you have a routine that you and your family do to help you with your bipolar?
This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous…I’m totally aware, but when it comes to my family, I have actually had moments in my life where I’ve felt guilty for being so blessed with the most awesome family ever, when other people that I know are not as fortunate.
My family is 100% Awesomesauce!
When it comes to my immediate family (parents and siblings), they have aided in so many ways it’s hard to even list them. I’ll do my best though.
My sisters are the most amazingly supportive and encouraging friends I have ever had. They are always there to talk to whenever I need it. They try to relate with me whenever possible, and they are always so understanding and willing to talk me out of my depressions or step in and bring me back to earth when I’m making ridiculous choices.
My brothers have been very supportive and accepting of my illness. Though they may not always understand where I’m coming from, I have yet to see them hold it against me.
My parents … I don’t mean to brag and all … but um … they are the BEST parents in the world. My mother has always been there to lift me up and see the brighter side of life, and my dad is always there to make me smile when I can’t find that bright side. Without them…I wouldn’t be here today!
Now my super immediate family (spouse and children) are incredible.
Though I hate to admit it, my daughter has definitely stepped up and stepped in to help when I am at my worst and cannot function. She keeps her brothers in line and does her best to keep them occupied when Mommy is out of commission.
And my boys … you haven’t lived till you’ve had boys. My youngest, my baby, he is always there to cuddle me and make me smile. sounds like such a small task, but it has such huge results. And PDog. Have I ever mentioned how amazing he is? We can understand eachother in a away that most parents/children could never achieve. I can tell him how I’m feeling and although he is only 8, he completely understands … and vice versa.
And then there’s my husband. He is the biggest contributer to getting me through each day. Though I may not always show my gratitude, his acceptance of me and willingness to learn more in order to help, it’s priceless. He can gauge my moods and he knows when to step in and when to step back. Again, sounds so little, but really it makes all the difference. And he loves me. He loves me in spite of my illness. He never holds it against me. And he’s always trying to find new ways to help get me through my ups and downs.
I’m not sure how I got so lucky. Granted I’ve had my share of crappy family moments, in the long haul, I wouldn’t trade them for anything. They’ve shaped me and helped me become who I am today. So yo! Family! (I know you’re reading this!) Stop saying you’re proud of me, be proud of you. I wouldn’t be me if it weren’t for you guys!
How does YOUR family help you with your bipolar?