When Blogging Hurts...
I’m not a recruiter for CABF.
I’m not a psychiatrist or therapist.
I’m not an advocate for pharmaceutical companies.
I’m not brainwashed, unevolved or the source of a serious parenting problem.
I am a mom.
I’m a mom who’s fighting for her son’s life.
I’m a mom who doesn’t have all the answers and often feels ill equipped.
I’m a mom who’s disappointed that the research isn’t farther along.
I’m a mom who’s terrified of possible side effects.
I’m a mom who’s questioning everything our doctor suggests.
I’m a mom who’s frustrated by all the controversy.
I’m a mom who’s offended by all the accusations.
I’m a mom who’s making the best decisions based on the direction of our medical team.
I’m a mom who cries because we’re not doing enough.
I’m a mom who worries because we’re doing too much.
I’m a mom who’s experiencing hope thanks to medication.
I’m a mom who realizes that hope doesn’t always stick around.
I’m a mom who’s watched her son lose touch with reality and is terrified of what could happen next.
I’m a mom who’s scared that her son will end up in prison if he doesn’t have treatment.
I’m a mom who’s sickened by thoughts of finding her son hanging in his room because he stopped treatment.
I’m a mom who’s worried that her son will become addicted to drugs and alcohol in an effort to treat his symptoms on his own.
I’m a mom who’s bled from the hands of her own son.
I’m a mom who’s watched her other children tremble in fear while their brother raged.
I’m a mom who’s seen her 7 year old boy cry while frantically hiding sharp objects from his brother who wanted to kill himself.
I’m a mom who’s seen her son desperately begging for help.
I’m a mom who’s witnessed the devastation of real mental illness.
I’m a mom who hurts, as others throw stones at her for the decisions she’s made.
I’m only a mom... speaking my truth.
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Recently I participated in a discussion on another forum and was hit pretty hard by the words of a few.
I tried to share my story, but I found that there are people that will always assume the worst of me because I medicate my son. I can’t change that. I’m sharing this with you to show you what moms like me are up against.
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I’m a mother of 3 young boys, the oldest suffering from Bipolar 1 Disorder. I write a blog to let go of my pain and to help support others by letting them know they’re not alone.