Being a mom is what I always desired. To love and raise a child, mold him and impress upon him the love of life. I was eager to provide basic needs to the more complex needs (such as discipline and instilling values). Unfortunately, my son got the short end of the stick with me.
Bipolar transformed motherhood into a monumental challenge. Not only do I suffer, but my son has suffered as a result. This causes me immense guilt.
As psychotherapist Diana Barnes says, “Depression is just wicked. It takes away the enthusiasm and energy you need to be a good parent. And on top of that, it distorts your thinking.” Continue reading “4 Ways Bipolar Disorder Hinders Motherhood”