
A GUEST BLOG: A Hopeful Color For Mental Health Awareness
I lost my younger sister to suicide in 2004. It was a shock. She was 36.
I wanted to do something.

Stacey
Stacey’s illness presented postpartum and unexpectedly. Her diagnosis: Bipolar Disorder I.
When my sister was a child, she was not diagnosed with a mental illness. I remember her having some schoolwork difficulties and some going back and forth between parents who were divorced, but she had no diagnosis. During her teenage and high school years, my sister was known for her outward beauty and socializing popularity. Grades continued to be difficult through college, and sometimes she slept late. However, it wasn’t until after she married and was postpartum with her second child that symptoms uncovered a brain-related condition. Paranoia and frenzied activity began with a business idea. She experienced her first hospitalization.


I turned sixty-two last Thursday and my wife, Patti, hosted a family party on Sunday. When you have a blended family of seven, there’s always someone having a birthday but this one was different for me. I can’t say that I am going through a mid-life crisis because I already have done that, several times. I am now old enough to collect Social Security so I have to acknowledge that I have walked over the middle age line .



