Jodi Arias has saturated the news lately. Her and her heinous, unspeakable crime. I was glued to the television for weeks. Arias is a clinically-documented Borderline for which there is no medicinal treatment … only years of intense therapy. I watched her on that screen. Sitting next to her attorney. Up on the witness stand. So often, she showed no emotion. Other times she did, but it was not normal. Borderlines will do this … convert to another human being.
Dear friends of mine experienced first-hand a Borderline Personality Disorder. One morning, their daughter was gone … in came a child no one knew. Deceit and violence followed. The trust was gone, but the love for their baby went nowhere.
I am Bipolar; Bipolar I to be specific. That means the only thing constant in my world is change. Transformations that knock my socks off to this very day. In years past, before I got my illness under “control,” my behavior was so often dangerous … I was not me … another Lee Ann was on the scene. This one had no limits … it was horrible! She found herself locked in a Psychiatric Ward many, many times.
But now I’m back, by the grace of God.
All mental illnesses are related. Cousins, so to speak. A family reunion comprised of all types of mental illnesses! Let’s see, there’s Schizophrenia, Bipolar I and II, Bordeline Personality Disorder, Bulimia, Anorexia, the Phobia’s, OCD’s, Multiple Personalities, Depressives, Manics … I’m certain I left some out. Can you imagine such a gathering???
Calgon, take me away!
I want to make a point: these mental illnesses all derive in the brain. That is their common thread. They are all to be taken seriously. Worst case scenarios include suicide, homicide … and all are difficult at best to control … mine still brings me to my knees when it has a mind to.
For anyone affected by mental illness, I can suggest prayer … bold, aggressive prayer. Learn to recognize the symptoms. You don’t have to take the road I traveled. I hit a brick wall then fell back into the arms of God. I was lucky. He had me in His hands. But I had to want to be there. To this day, I know this is what saved me. My faith in God and my supportive, loving family.
Please, never give up on a loved one affected with mental illness. And, if it’s you who’s affected, never give up on yourself or your dreams … and find your rest in the arms of God.