I felt tremendously guilty, explains my mother, when asked how she felt when I was first diagnosed. Mental illness is partly genetic. Mental illness runs on both sides of my family. But I never thought to blame my parents.
I felt so helpless. Nothing I did seemed to help, my mother says, and you were an adult. We couldn't force you to do anything.
My parents offered me something I know was essential to my mental health and sadly missing for many others who struggle with psychiatric disorders: compassion, empathy, and support.
I also know families who, like mine, unconditionally embraced their loved ones with mental illness, providing the essential support needed for recovery.
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