About the
Book
Title: Mothering
Through Bipolar
Author: Rebecca
Moore
Genre: Memoir
Mothering Through Bipolar is Rebecca's journey of living with
Bipolar Disorder while raising a family of seven children. She takes her
readers on an adventure through depression, mania, legal issues, relationship
problems and other difficulties. Rebecca offers her readers encouragement,
comfort and support; always with a message of hope.
Author Bio
Rebecca Moore has been diagnosed with everything from Postpartum
Depression to Bipolar Disorder. Rebecca enjoys writing about surviving her
journey through mental health and likes to help others who have been there as
well. She is a strong Mental Health Advocate for parents living with mental
illness. Rebecca is also the CEO of her nonprofit organization, Bipolar
Parenting Foundation. She also runs a column on PsychCentral called Bipolar
Parenting. Rebecca lives in Northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband and seven
children.
"We must break down the wall of shame society has built for us" - Rebecca Moore in Mothering Through Bipolar
"We must break down the wall of shame society has built for us" - Rebecca Moore in Mothering Through Bipolar
Links
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The paranoia began to run rampant through my veins. I jumped
every time someone would knock on my door. I found myself peeking through the
curtains, always drawn, to see who was outside, who was knocking. If I didn’t
know them I would take my children into the living room and w ewould all sit
quietly until the intruder went away. I was petrified for my children’s safety,
sure someone was going to take them away from me or hurt them. Soon the
paranoia turned into delusional thinking, except I didn’t see it that way. My
thoughts were real, my thinking was real and all those people out there in the
world, trying to hurt me and my family were real. One evening, I walked through
the house, checked every window and every door. Next, I began grabbing the
baseball bats that my children once used to play with outside and put them in
each corner of the house. Each corner where I was most likely to be at any
given moment. Just in arms reach, so that on a second’s notice I could protect
myself and my family.
I was certain these people wanted to destroy my life. The
best way to do that was through my children and they knew this. I needed to do
everything I could to protect them. No longer were they allowed to play outside
during the warm, sunny days of summer. They were only allowed to play inside.
This confused them and was met with much resistance, but it was the only way I
knew how to keep my children close to me and safe. And that’s all I cared
about, their safety, even if that meant ruining their summer.
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