(Originally posted May 18, 2020, on Medium.com)
I’ve been attending a pair of NAMI support groups for five years now, ever since my marriage was walloped by my wife’s late-onset bipolar disorder. After four hospitalizations she’s doing well these days, and so am I, and our story gives hope to the other spouses and partners in my two groups.
Long ago, in the pre-Covid-19 days, we met in church classrooms, where ten or so of us attendees would spill our latest stories. Whose partner stayed in bed all month. Whose husband attempted suicide. Who found reason for hope. Who was falling apart amidst the madness and guilt and was desperate for support.
Now, instead of a church, we videocast via Zoom from our dens and basements and attics. And I’m surprised how well it’s worked out. . . .
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