A Moment of Peace

Sometimes moments of pure peace overwhelm me and it is impossible not to take notice. Such was the feeling driving the 280 some miles from one side of the state of Washington to the other. We spent the week-end with my parents and were driving across the middle of the state. The weather was perfect and I could see the Cascade Mountains in the far distance. We crossed the great Columbia River and continued our journey from flat plateaus and plains to snow and ice covering the forests of Snoqualmie Pass. I relished the feeling of “all is right with the world”…in that moment. My parents have both had challenging health issues the last few months but at this time they were both doing well. We had a wonderful time visiting, laughing, doing a few chores and sharing a bond that is decades long. We gathered, as we have for many, many years, around the dinner table with my sister and her family, sharing one more meal that my mother had prepared. In addition, my two daughters are both well. Linea is working, playing and planning her upcoming trip to India. Jordan is busy with work, her “almost five-year old” son (my precious grandson!) and preparing for the birth of our first grand-daughter in May. Jordan's husband and Linea’s boyfriend are fine, just fine. Their father and my husband was beside me and I was grateful. In this moment those closest to me were not in a health crisis. They had the ability and opportunity to make decisions about their own lives and were planning for the future. I know how quickly things can change. I hold these moments so dear because I have experienced and remember the fear, pain and sadness that is also a part of life but is often unexpected and overwhelming. I treasure these small pockets of joy and peace and not only savor each one but store them away as precious commodities, to be pulled out and remembered when times aren’t as simple.

From Hospitalization to NPR

Yes, I know this blog is waaaay longer than is suggested by the blogging experts. If I blogged more often perhaps it wouldn't be! This was posted on The Balanced Mind Foundation. Check out this wonderful organization!!

It has been an incredible three months. It started in May with the release of Perfect Chaos, the book my daughter and I wrote together. This was followed by book launch events, national interviews, presentations, book readings and signings all across the country. Linea spoke in the opening session of the National Alliance on Mental Illness conference in June and received a standing ovation from over 1,500 people. A week later, she was hospitalized. She spent ten days in the psychiatric unit at a major hospital in Seattle. Shortly after her discharge, we were interviewed for Tell Me More, an NPR program that just aired on August 14th. The host, Jacki Lynden, caused me to reflect on this most recent stage of my life, a life affected by my daughter’s bipolar disorder.

“Were you angry after this last hospitalization?” Jacki asked me during our discussion. "It seems you have the right to be." I hadn’t really thought about anger but I think it was there, buried beneath many different and conflicting emotions. There was sadness, relief, fear, pride, anger, acceptance, hope and many more emotions that I will likely need my therapist to help me define. Yes, I was certainly sad that once again my beautiful daughter was hospitalized with a depression that was quickly escalating into the I-am-not-safe zone. “WHY??? WHY??” was running through my head, and this certainly may have been anger speaking. But I felt immense relief that she was receiving the care and treatment she needed. I also experienced a higher level of acceptance of this nasty illness and a strong belief, colored by past experiences, that her symptoms would be treated.

As well, I felt a huge sense of pride in her ability to care for herself and to ask for help when she needed it. We have been on a journey for more than seven years with a goal of Linea managing her health conditions. She met that goal. Her dad and I were out of the country when she knew she needed help. Linea recognized her symptoms for what they were, she put a support plan in place to ensure she'd be safe, she spoke with her medical team over a weekend when offices were closed, and she, once again, was completely honest with her family. We arrived home on a Sunday and she called to say, "We need a family conference." I went with her to her psychiatrist on Monday and she was hospitalized that afternoon. She even managed to call her medical insurance company just hours before her hospitalization to ask if she needed to do anything more than let them know what was going on.

It was also easier because we had all been through this before. I neither felt anxious when telling our family members and friends, nor did I feel compelled to provide support as they struggled to understand the illness and Linea’s symptoms. The phone calls and conversations took much less energy than during her previous hospitalizations. They moved into support mode quickly and efficiently.

There were still thoughts, deep in the night, about what brought this on and what could have been done to prevent it. Were the activities surrounding the book the cause? Was sharing our story the reason? Should we have not launched this book at this level of energy? Our dear friend Dr. Delaney Ruston (filmmaker, Unlisted: A Story of Schizophrenia) called me from across the country to see how Linea was doing. She said at first she was thinking that perhaps Linea was exhausted from all the book activities and then she said, "One of the main things I got from Perfect Chaos was that this illness is not caused by outside factors. Linea is ill because she has bipolar disorder, not because she didn’t do something good enough or did something wrong."

Managing one’s lifestyle, rest, sleep, stress, diet and exercise is an important part of managing bipolar disorder but it is not an absolute guaranteed cure. Linea is continuously learning to balance the life she wants with a chronic illness. This is a chronic illness that can be well-behaved, providing opportunities for a person to live in recovery. But it can also snap and snarl and need extreme attention until it can be tamed once again. When it causes problems, I do not want to give Linea the message that, somehow, it is her fault. She had been doing everything possible; lots of sleep, tweaking medications, seeing her psychologist weekly and her psychiatrist every two weeks, rigorously doing all the therapy suggested to her and yet, she still became ill again. She has a brain disorder.

Treatment worked once again and she is happy, moving back into work, having fun with friends again and relishing living in recovery. Will it last? How severe might the next episode be? When might it happen? We don’t know. If anything, bipolar disorder has taught us to appreciate every moment of health and happiness in all of our family and friends. Life is short, full of challenges and surprises yet, somehow I think we all live with seeds of hope inside of us somewhere; seeds wanting to fully blossom and allow us to live every minute noticing the good things, the small things, the kind people around us, the millions of moments we shouldn’t take for granted.

Listen to Linea describe where she is today on NPR’s Tell Me More! http://www.npr.org/blogs/health/2012/08/14/158768330/familys-fight-again...

Finding Peace

Parents often don’t have time to reflect (or treat) the toll their child's illness is taking on them. Mom and/or dad are too busy trying to manage medical treatment, the emotional impact on siblings and other family members, and one-on-one care for their child. When a child or adolescent has a mental health crisis, it affects the entire family.

As a parent of a child who has been critically ill with a mental health disorder, have you experienced any of these symptoms? Read more at The Balanced Mind.

There are no guarantees....

Mindfulness is the aware, balanced acceptance of the present experience.
It isn't more complicated than that.
It is opening to or receiving the present moment, pleasant or unpleasant, just as it is,
without either clinging to it or rejecting it.
-Sylvia Boorstein

If one lives long enough, it becomes clear that there are no guarantees in life. There are moments, days and weeks when the lack of control feels overwhelming. This seems particularly true when a loved one is struggling with a chronic illness. I have a mother and a sister struggling with autoimmune diseases. My mother has fought this battle since my earliest memories. I lost a brother to suicide. Every family walks with joy and pain, wonderful bounties and excruciating losses. I often need to remind myself that facing these issues is as emotionally painful for me as anyone else around the world, yet my burden is lessened simply because of the luck of the draw. We are an upper middle class family born in a country with many, many resources. Things could be so much more difficult if we were living in poverty, didn’t have family and friends’ support, couldn’t read or write or speak the community language.

My daughter lives with bipolar disorder. Sometimes she “has” bipolar disorder and sometimes she “struggles with” bipolar disorder and, yes, sometimes she “suffers” from bipolar disorder. Yet it is still a painful struggle, not only for a person facing a chronic illness every single day, but for those who love him or her. I, too, have various relationships with her illness. When things are going well I am particularly aware of our incredible blessings or luck or whatever you want to call it. Yet when my mother falls or my sister struggles with new symptoms I find it difficult to count my blessings while fighting the worries that well up from my heart. When my daughter’s illness takes her into bumps or dips or even on roller-coaster rides I struggle against fear, anger and grief. Yet, I have no control. There is so much that I can do but also so much that I cannot. I cannot fix it or make it go away. I have tried negotiating with my Higher Being when my daughter was the sickest: “Give it to me. Let me have it. My daughter is young and just beginning her life. I can handle it.” But the answer is always, “No, sorry, not possible.”

Finally and ultimately I have no choice but to simply accept it. As a colleague once said about his relationship with his very ill son, “Sometimes all I can do is sit by the swamp with him and just be.” Just be. A concept so very difficult but something that I try to practice every single day. A concept exceedingly tested by the experiences of living with a chronic illness. I also remind myself that there are many positive and wonderful things that have come from this journey. Sometimes these are difficult to remember but so true: honesty, love, deeper friendships and relationship, commitment, strength, humility and patience. There is wonder at the strength of the human spirit of my daughter, my mother and my sister to move forward when faced again and again with incredible pain and worry beyond my own experiences. We are in this together. I will continue to work towards acceptance and embrace the simple joy found in the love of my family. I wish you the same.

From my blog at Child and Adolescent Bipolar Foundation.

Happy Summer!

It is summer and I don't want to miss a single sunny day, warm night under the stars, fresh raspberries and peaches, salmon on the grill, or chocolate ice cream. I am still reeling (can you BELIEVE it!!??) when I remember that we just sold a book to a national publisher. I have finished summer quarter and am now writing grants and preparing for presentations this summer and early fall. But this darling boy reminds me to live in the moment. I don't want these precious warm months to slip away. It is time to replenish. Soon enough it will be rainy and dark at 6:00. Fall quarter will begin, students will return, and editing of the book will be on-going. Find a moment to enjoy these beloved summer months. Look into these eyes. Is this not the secret to happiness?