I try to give an insightful, informative, and yet sensitive glimpse into my daughter’s life dealing with Bipolar Disorder. Though my daughter’s death is the driving force behind this writing, I attempt to lead the reader through the dark days of grief and guilt of a mother as well as a frustrated professional to the acceptance of personal and filial forgiveness. I reflect on my daughter’s many accomplishments in spite of or even because of her illness. To paraphrase an old saying, this writing is the epitome of “She did not live in vain.”
For all who have been affected by the tragedies of family or acquaintances afflicted with mental illnesses and all the accompanying heartaches and troubles, I offer hope for tomorrow—no matter the struggles of today.