Bipolar, but still Christian : Just Another Challege

I decided this year to try taking an increased dose of medication for the dreary months of the year. Glad to report that I definitely noticed a difference. For the first time in several years these few months have not been especially discouraging for me. My son however has not been as fortunate. He is bored and stir crazy. I understand exactly how he feels. Winter is hard. I can’t begin to describe how relieved I am to NOT be depressed. Unfortunately, my son is so there is no escaping the winter blues completely. Hopefully, I can figure it a way to get him out more. I saw that dispondansy in my friend’s child today too. I only hope I can encourage and help her recognize the seriousness of the situation. A child in crisis is nothing to ignore. Certainly a little extra love is never wasted anyway. Just being there helps.

I found myself using this phrase rather trying to explain the conveluted mess that seems to be my family relationships with my parents and siblings. My mother is visiting and I am reminded that nothing is EVER her fault. No she is forever the victim of everything and everyone around her. My father on the other hand would say sarcastically, “Go ahead, Blame me. Everything is my fault.” Yet he somehow escapes responsibility for his bad choices. We are not at war. I am not carrrying around a bitterness bucket. Don’t get me wrong. I get we can’t change the past and we all make mistakes. I struggle with the not ever admitting doing anything wrong part. Put your seven year old girl in a room. Expect her to entertain herself and be quiet all the time. When that fails, she is just an uncontrollable child. Really? Are my parents that obtuse? I wasn’t badly behaved anywhere else, but at home. As a parent, I make mistakes ALL the time. Those are my fault. My responsibility! I think I am so defens...