Personal Narrative: My Mom With Bipolar Disorder

The Week my Mom was in the Hospital The year I turned nine my mom was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. The day she went to the doctor's office we sat in the car as a family and talked about what was happening. She said that she was sick and was going to be taking different medicines and be going to a lot of different doctors. We prayed and then we went out to eat. Since then I have always known my mom as being sick, but I put it in the back of my head because she never looked or acted like the people who were sick on T.V. She never threw up or slept on the couch like I did when I was was sick. I didn’t know it was a different sickness and I didn’t know much about it until this past year. I never knew it would get so bad and I definitely didn’t know how it would affect the whole family.
She had been acting different and it wasn’t a good different. She was cursing a lot and acting like a rebellious teenager. She didn’t listen to her parents or to dad when they told her she needed to go to the hospital. My whole family was telling her to go and she didn’t want to. All I knew was that she was making my grandpa and dad mad and disappointing my grandma. That was bad because she had always been the “perfect child” and did everything that my grandparents told her to do and never did anything wrong. Fast Forward to basketball season after one of my games. My mom and grandparents were at the game and told me we were going out to eat afterwards. When we were were at McDonalds grandma told mom that if she didn’t go to the hospital voluntarily then her and dad would take her kicking and screaming that night. Mom agreed to go that night and when we got home she packed a bag and the took her to Parkview Behavioral Center. Grandpa stayed with my siblings and I because we had school the next day and needed to get to bed on