Is It Time To Say Goodbye?

People who have a mental illness can’t take care of themselves and they are going to end up on the street. 

Their behavior destroys families and relationships.

Their behavior is destroying them.

Believe me, I get it. I really, really do.

I have to accepted that not everyone with a mental illness will get help.

Sometimes you have to say goodbye to a person with a mental illness.

Sometimes you have to cut a person with mental illness out of your life.

This is what I read about, what advice I get, and through experience I've learned....

...like many of us I’m just trying to deal. At least now I can easily spot when a manic session is going to happen. 

I saw it this morning and knew the day was going to end a raging violent manic spiral.

It did!

He is an abusive, destructive force that no one can stand to be around lest they get pulled into convincing delusions and psychoses or have to fear his violent rage.

Being in the same room with him is like being hit repeatedly with a hard, blunt object.

It only feels good when you stop.

Believe me, I get it.

This mental illness reality is unbearably painful as it will shortly result in his having nowhere to live.

I don’t know if he will have any friends.

I don’t know if he’ll have enough food to eat.

I don’t know whether he’ll even live to tell the tale.

So you see, I get it.

I don’t just willy-nilly post this stuff....its very serious and is a dangerous situation which overwhelms me financially, and emotionally.

I am being given advice by so many "experiencers" to distance myself from "intractable crazy".

They tell me this because I need to be told.

I’m not mean, uncaring, inflexible, unhelpful or cruel.

I’m trying to save myself from this damned Titanic...I need to make the jump to a damn lifeboat, but am scared and guilty of saving myself.

People who won’t get treatment and continue to hurt you are the Titanic.

Period.

No more acceptable promises which end broken.

I can't help someone who isn't willing to help themselves.

Self destruction is ugly.

As I write this I weep. I weep for his pain. I weep for what he’s going through. I weep for what I know drives him to his behavior.

I weep for his mentally ill brain.

I weep for me because the kind, caring boy hiding under the covers is gone....

...and there’s nothing I can do to bring him back.

It's time to say Goodbye.