Surely I Can't Be the Only One When Mental Illness Becomes More Than a Family Can Carry There is something I have been carrying around in my mind for a long time. And lately, I keep coming back to the same question: Surely I can't be the only one. Surely my family isn't the only family that has reached that terrifying place where you love someone deeply, would do almost anything for them, and yet finally have to admit: We cannot provide the level of care this person needs. That sentence is incredibly difficult to say. Because it can sound like giving up. It can sound like abandonment. It can sound like saying, “You're too much for us.” But that isn't what we're saying. What we're really saying is: “We love you. That's why we're asking for help.” I'm Not Writing This From the Outside Looking In I'm not writing this as someone looking at mental illness from the outside. I know what it is like when your own mind doesn't alwa...
an aspiring Poet, Thoughts from the Heart, Write on a number of Topics just found that I can write