The Effects of Bipolar Disorder
“MICHAEL! PLEASE CALM DOWN!” Screamed Christy, panic in her
eyes and all she could do was watch and stare as I punched the wall next to the
bathroom and violently threw the old Ikea lamp that we keep next to our bed. It
was as if something inside me just snapped. Christy sounded distant. We were in
the same room, but somehow, I could barely make out her words, like I was in
another dimension. I didn’t know exactly what she was saying, but I knew I was
upsetting her. I knew it killed her to see me like that, but it didn’t matter. It
happened in mere seconds, we were in bed together with our son Evan and all of
a sudden he started crying – not your ordinary cry that informs the parent that
their child is hungry or wet, but rather, he sounded like he was in pain - A
pain so deep that it could not be cured by a mother’s gentle kiss or the proper
cradling technique prescribed by parenting.com or some other website that has disillusioned
millions of families expecting a baby that there is some type of formula to fix
all of your child’s problems.
I had heard him cry thousands of times before and it bothered me each time, but this time was different. I heard those screams and I just lost control. This just seemed to make everything worse. The crying intensified and Christy’s pleas for me to stop just made me angrier and then I…
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