Shaken on Day #1 of Mental Health Awareness Month



I’m writing this post on May 1, the beginning of Mental Health Awareness Month.  The irony does not escape me that yesterday I wrote that I decided I’d take more breaks from bipolar & other mental health-related matters.  I spaced out about May being Mental Health Month!  The bombardment of Mental Health Month announcements that are appearing on my Facebook and Twitter feed won’t let me forget about mood disorders.  Oh well.  This could still be as good a time as any to stick to my plans to detach.

Except “the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry,” as the Scottish poet Robert Burns surmised, don’t they?

The triggering began last night.  I almost missed the top headline that popped up on my local internet provider newspage. The title caught my eye: “Helicopter Crew Spots Missing Woman”  I felt compelled to open the link because I thought there was a chance I might know her.

I was right.

It was someone I knew over a decade ago .  I’ll call her Elana.  Elana was a close friend of my husband’s, and they shared some other mutual friends.  My husband was friends with her husband who I’ll call John.  Elana and John attended our wedding, and they invited us to theirs as well.  Elana was beautiful, accomplished, and driven.  I envied her ambition, her career plans, and her family.

The internet article stated that Elana’s friends said she made comments implying that she intended to hurt herself.  She was located by an aerial search on a beach in “dire need of medical attention”.  Somehow she had driven to that area in an unstable condition for over thirty minutes.  She was attended by medical personnel and taken to a unnamed hospital near that area.

This situation triggers me on certain levels, and not all of these levels are “rational”.  Writing helps me to deal with my unnerved feelings, and if you are reading this, thank you, because it helps me to know that someone out there is reading this too.

The period of time when I knew Elana took place long before I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.  My job back then as an office assistant was unfulfilling and stressful.  I wasn’t paid very much, plus I had no benefits.  I didn’t know what I really wanted to do with my life.  Moreover, despite the fact I was finally in a healthy, loving relationship, I was still depressed.

I felt insecure and to top things off, I was way too controlling of my husband’s friendships.  I loathe to admit it, but if I can’t be honest in a blog, what’s the point?  I was jealous regarding my husband’s friendship with Elana.  There was absolutely nothing to fear whatsoever.  He made it crystal-clear to me they were just friends, and that he was in love with me.

Before I met Craig, I was in a longterm relationship in which my boyfriend had been “just friends” with a woman and you know the rest of the story…it had a bad ending.  That contributed to my insecurity and my jealousy of my husband’s friendships with any woman.  So, yes, I discouraged Craig’s friendship with this couple.  I’m not proud of it, but that’s what happened.

Then, I became ill with bipolar disorder and Craig spent all his time taking care of me and our children.  He let his close friendships go for good.  Between Craig’s taking care of me during my seven hospitalizations, caring for our two little girls, and working, he was burned out.  He couldn’t foster his friendships.  As I had fallen apart, I couldn’t reach out to anyone on his behalf, and I had let all my friendships fall to the wayside too.

Suffice it to say I’m feeling very unnerved this morning.  As I write this, Elana is in a hospital somewhere, and I hope the unit is a lot better than where I was hospitalized.  T

I told my husband about the article.  He was upset, of course.  I encouraged him to get in touch with Elana’s family and send her a card or anything – preferably while she’s at the hospital.  This is going to sound a little weird, but I think it’s SUPER-important to send someone a card or small gift when they are in a mental hospital or soon after they are released.  I’ve written about that issue at the beginning of this blog.

Even if the patient couldn’t care less at the time, I guarantee you that down the line it will really matter to him or her that you cared about what they were going through.  When one is hospitalized for mental illness, there is still shunning by some family members and friends (yes, there is!) and the patient becomes a pariah.  This happened to me.

Very, very few people reached out to me during my hospitalizations.  Whenever I discover  that someone I’ve known is in the hospital for mental illness, it tears at me.  It just does.  It doesn’t matter that she’s not my friend.  I can relate to her experience all the same.

When I told my husband to please get in touch with Elana or her family, and to do it as soon as he could, he saw I was about to break down and cry. He knew what I was thinking.  It didn’t matter that he hadn’t spoken to her in years.

He said, “Of course I will.”



9 thoughts on “Shaken on Day #1 of Mental Health Awareness Month

  1. This was very nice of you. First that you asked your husband to get in touch with her and most of all publicly admitting your feelings and most importantly realizing where you were wrong, It takes a great deal of courage to write that and admit to it. I hope Elana is doing well and she be wining this fight with life. My prayers go to her. We do this, my husband doesn’t like the concept of opposite gender friendship because he doesn’t believe in one. I do believe in it but the cost of working on that belief is my love life so I am pretty happy as I am. I understand how it was and how it is. Much love,

  2. Thanks Zephyr, for your wonderful & supportive comments! My husband found out exactly where Elana was hospitalized. He spoke to a hospital staff member who was close to her case, got the correct mailing address, went out to the store, & bought a really nice card. It’s going out in the mail today. I too hope she will come out of this horrendous ordeal and make it. She has so much talent and people who love her. Thank you for your prayers!!! xoxo

  3. I’m sorry that you’re friend is suffering. It is so hard to see people you once (or still do) cared about suffering. I’m sure it triggered you on a multitude of levels.

    You’re courage and bravery to admit to possible short comings shows just how much you gave grown as an individual. That’s really awesome. Your husband and you as well as her and family with be in my thoughts and prayers.

    I hope that sending your love and support (the letter) will hope both you and her.

    Sending you warmth and love. WK

    • Thank you dear W.K. (I am lazy despite having 4 shots….of espresso! Not tequila!)

      I know she cared about Craig back when they were good friends. There’s just no way that she *won’t* be glad he thought of her – once she’s able to contemplate things like that.

      I appreciate your prayers & empathy more than words can express – you rock as usual!


  4. I’m glad to hear that Craig got in touch with her, with your support, and that you overcame difficult feelings from the past. I also hope you’re able to detach despite it being mental health month. I am planning on a bit of a FB break myself. Sometimes it all just seems like too much!

    • Hey there sweet Barbara – it’s great to “see” you here! Good for you for wanting to take a FB break. It’s a delicate balance, as you know well, between the virtual and the real worlds….and it’s soooo easy to get swamped down with social media.

      It looks to be a beautiful weekend here so whatever you do, enjoy!
      big hugs to you! Dyane 🙂

  5. Hey. Thanks for sharing this and I’m so happy that there are others out there who can empathize so well to someone with a mental illness and the torment they go through in life. Not to mention hospitals. Being hospitalized in a mental facility is so lonely and sad. I’ve experienced in many times and the fact that no one visited me or even offered to pick me up when released made me feel worse than I did before hospitization. A friend of mine was recently Baket Acted and I called her every day and visited her during visiting hours so she could have hope on the outside that she had support when she got out. You did a great thing. Thank you.

    • Hello there Mixtapemasterjipc! Your comment was truly a pleasure to read. Thank you for recognizing the importance of people visiting us or sending us a card to us or what have you when we are hospitalized. I’m SO sorry you’ve been through that brand of hell too.

      You sound like such a wonderful, caring, authentic person – the fact that you helped your friend who was Baket Acted (haven’t heard of that!) and visited her regularly and called her is truly amazing. I wish I had you as my friend out here during my many dark times!

      Thanks for reading my blog and I look forward to reading your new blog as well!
      take care, dear M.!!! Dyane

      • Thank you. So kind. I love this blog business. Oh and Baker Act is a law that mosts states dont even enforce anymore except florida, where you are held in a mental facility for 72 hour observation if you are in danger to yourself. Its terrible because they basically heavily drug and ignore till the last day when u finally see a doctor. But its south florida and theres a lot of criminals and violent mental patients. Didnt mean to go on ans on bout that. Just wanted to explain. The baker act experience will probably be a topic of a near future blog. Haha take care. Nice to meet you!

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