Love For Bipolar Disorder ft. Kerman Lyrics

Is love stronger than mental illness? Yes

The warmth of parents' love can melt the ice of manic depression

That encases their child's heart in a world of isolation

I know this because I am that child

I was far away from home when denial of mental illness

Drove my bipolar mania to progress into psychosis so extreme

The doctor had no choice but to administer tranquilizing injections

When I awoke, I found myself locked

Inside a small holding room for the mentally ill

There was a small toilet in the corner

A surveillance camera in the ceiling

And a thin mat on the floor where I had been sleeping

The door had no handle on the inside

Just a small window with thick glass

I peered through the window and saw my parents

In the waiting room outside the door

They had driven eight hours to be there when I awoke

Seeing me look through the window

They rushed through the door and hugged me

As if I had come back from the dead

Although the psychosis had passed

The doctor would not allow me to leave until the next morning

My dad immediately decided to stay with me in the cell-like holding room

We spent a torturous night together lying on the cold floor

Sharing the pillow, and trying to sleep

The next day Mother and Dad took me to

A residential, behavioral medicine center

As Dad filled out the intake forms, Mother asked the nurse

What will Andy be doing here

The nurse replied, He has to be up early for individual and group counseling

Classes, journal writing, activities, and much more

I felt that I was the sick one with no choice of being checked in to that place

I was scared to death that I could not do all of those things

And feared if they forced me to, I probably would just end up

Reliving the horror of being tranquilized and locked up

I did not say one word

But my loving Mother took one look at the terror in my eyes

Tore up the entry forms Dad was filling out, and said to him

Andy does not need this

Let's go home

Through my life until that point

Denial of my mental illness meant

Instead of looking inward for the source of my pain

I blamed my parents and froze my heart with the belief

That their love was selfish control

It was not until Dad spent the night locked up with me

And Mother chose to take me home

Instead of just dropping me off at another hospital

That their love melted the ice of my bipolar heart

And allowed me to see, admit, and start getting help

For the mental illness inside

With time and patience, the warmth of my parent's love

Proved to be stronger than my chronic mental illness