My Bipolar Daughter

My Bipolar Daughter

After eighteen years of loving her, of nurturing her since I picked her up in my arms as a nearly six-year-old in that dingy, Russian orphanage outside of St. Petersburg, I couldn’t believe yet another diagnosis would be added to her multiple others.My dear Anna,...
Hope for When Mental Illness Comes Home

Hope for When Mental Illness Comes Home

During a high school youth group meeting, we did an activity that involved saying nice things about the other people in our small group. I was shocked when one of the other girls said, “Amy, you just seem like you have it all together.” I didn’t know what to say, and...

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