My daughter was diagnosed as bipolar 25 years ago. She lost her
entire youth, fighting to survive. After 8 hospitalizations, and many
attempts to find medications to help her, she is now stable and
happy. Though she will never gain back all those years she lost in
socialization, education, and career, she sees herself as lucky!

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Because of her, I have become a more tolerant, patient, and yes,
grateful person. She did not leave us — she stayed, even when she
didn’t want to. In a grateful tribute to her courage, I walk. It is
the least, but not the only thing, I can do. ~Linda Dunn

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