Irene and Katherine,
May this always be the place where you feel free to vent and rant, where you know that someone wants to hear you. I hear you and my heart bleeds for you both.
My oldest daughter has suffered from depression and sought treatment without my badgering her. My younger daughter's first husband was an abusive alcoholic, probably bipolar. Her second husband is bipolar and controlled on meds--he's a real sweetheart. I cannot imagine the excruciating pain that you both live with.
If I ever make a little difference for someone in writing about my struggle with manic depression, then I've fulfilled my promise to myself. When I had my come-to-Jesus moment in the hospital back in 1995, I knew that if I accepted my disorder for what it was, I'd fight for myself tooth and nail. I'd fight against the stigma of mental illness. I'd demand the care that I needed. Your children were victims of our dismal mental health system. We should all fight for those who do not get the care that they need.
You can write as much as you want in my Comments. I would rather see you do that and feel perhaps a little momentary relief because you've opened up and told your story to me and those readers who have walked the walk.
I say that to you all. This is not just my blog--it's yours, as is The Knitting Curmudgeon. I treasure my readers of both and I want to hear those voices, be they in pain or in happiness. Got it? Good. May the higher power guide you to peace.