A very dear and young family member of mine committed suicide during the early hours of this morning. I’m so sad. She was diagnosed bipolar after she joined the military at age 21. She was given a medical discharge and the next 8 years consisted of medicaid doctors adding one medication after another. For years, she had a sink-sized tub full of pill bottles of medication that she took daily.
I often thought the medication was what was causing her psychotic breaks. She was on so much stuff, with so many contraindications and although I attempted to explain this to her caregiver and to her, everyone simply trusted the doctors knew what was best. She was on anti-psychotics, anxiety meds, ADHD meds, sleep meds, and every kind of mood disorder medication you can think of. She took them religiously, believing they helped her.
I believe they killed her. Big Pharm made a fortune off her. And now she’s dead. Is it the medication’s fault? Who knows. All I know is that at the end, she chose to overdose. She certainly had plenty of pills to do it with.
Smart, kind, loving, funny, incredibly intelligent, clinically depressed for certain, but bipolar? I can’t say that I agree with that. I’m no doctor so I had no credibility when I presented my research.
She loved rocks and minerals. I was working on a suncatcher for her, using an aquamarine crystal I’d dug up from a mine – it had too many fault lines to cut for gems, so I left it whole and was slowly incorporating it into a design that would give her rainbows on her walls. Now it will be hung at her memorial. I hope, wherever she is, that she can see it.
RIP, my beloved niece. You will be greatly missed.
This photo is for you, because I know you liked it.