When does it become too much? When do you throw in the towel, and say,”You know what? Screw it! I thought I could do it, but I’m not going to be able to!”
Living with and loving a person with an mental illness is no walk in the park. Living with two people that have an mental illness, well, lets just say that puts a strain on you.
The simple fact that I wrote the above, hurts, and well, to be honest, FREAKS ME THE HELL OUT. I know I’m just stressing from my family members outbursts this morning, and when I calm down, I’ll feel better. BUT. I feel the need to put this out there. I feel the need to tell others that they’re not alone. That its okay to be stressed and overwhelmed when you deal with this kind of thing.
I constantly tell my family member, I love YOU not the disease, when they are going through a depression cycle. I try and put on the happy face, and help them through it. I can look past the disease, and see you there, and I’m content to wait until you show back up, again.