Poem: Supporting a Loved One with Mental Illness
Loved one collapsing.
Loved one collapsing in two.
Loved one collapsing, into you.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Maybe from the world, you both can hide.
Together you struggle, together feel pride.
Forever you lives, intertwined.
When to let go, maybe release.
When to let go, maybe.
When to let go.
Supporting a loved one, mental illness.
A fissure in your life, large as the Grand Canyon.
Magnificent and dangerous, beautiful but cavernous.
When does support disintegrate? When do the beams of the bridge decimate?
There’s a fine line: heralded as supporter, criticized as enabler. How does the outside world see with pride, what’s so hard to identify from inside?
You’ll never know the clarity, never understand the pristine point… when support is no longer therapy, when your lives start to dissapoint.
They surely see something where you have no notion, from outside, un-muddled by emotion. Answers must be so clear, where for them there is no tear.
A tiny seed, burrowed deep at the brain stem, slowly grows black branches. Flowers blossom… resentment, pain, fear. How did such beauty turn to dark patches, such troubling emotions get so near?
Understand the pain is shared, you are one of the few who cared. Enough to open your mind anew, every wound hurting your soul too.
A journey of healing, discovery, love. Together is the only way to seek, your lives together, too many secrets to keep.
Seek the bridge that you have been, a road to recovery will be discovered then.
Never alone, never fully undone.
Go into restore together as one.
You too have healing to do.
You too have healing.