Parents are a blessing

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I wanted to shine a spotlight on how a vast majority of parents look after and continue to be a support system for their sons and daughters who are going through mental illness.

It is very upsetting to see your child suffer in any way, shape or form but to see them suffer mentally is a helpless form of anguish for them.  The endless worry of whether their child is safe, are they eating and sleeping properly, is their health improving, will they ever lead a normal life again runs its cycle everyday in their mind.

I can not speak for everyone but I know many parents who visit their loved ones in hospital everyday, bring home cooked food for them, launder their clothes, buy gifts to cheer them up.  Parents also give their child emotional support, they listen to their problems, help them find a solution, motivate them to see past their illness and encourage them to get better for a brighter future.

I know not all parents are like this but for those who are, you are the real troopers of this battle  (apart from the child who’s unwell).  You think of them before you go to sleep on a night and the first thing you think about when you wake up.  You dream of days when things can go back to normal; how they used to be.  A parent can only be at peace when their child is at peace.

As children, we may forget that perhaps our parents need support or someone to talk to when they are facing challenging times with their child.  Some parents have to deal with their child mentally unwell at home with minimal help from outside.  Some parents have their child as an in-patient in a hospital so have to deal with hospital visits, meetings with doctors, issues with sections, patient going AWOL, refusing medication and not complying with hospital regulations.  Mental illness is insidious in nature, taking over the life of the sufferer but also partly taking over a family’s life.

Nobody can replace the unconditional love given by a parent nor their loyalty and desire for good for their children.  All the physical and emotional time and effort parents put in to helping their child recover from mental illness cannot be measured in any way.  Under the merciful wings of our parents do we find comfort and healing.  We acknowledge your devotion to us and we will never be able to repay you dearest parents.

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  1. Mothers and fathers who have children with mental illnesses like me, do go through a similar yet different mental pain too. Blaming themselves, feeling responsible in some way, trying to understand something that the child is the only one who does. Parents try to help their children open up, whereas they wouldn’t with a psychiatrist.

    I know that my illness started suddenly. I nearly remember my mental collapse, but the emotions of feeling trapped and alone still linger. It was like watching TV, but that I was on it, watching myself (if that makes sense).

    My father recently passed away, where I feel responsible for burdened by him with my problems, paranoia and eventual relapses. He always trusted in Allah, and nothing would move him otherwise. Allah is the cure for all illnesses, he believed. Hopefully I may carry on in his footsteps…

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  2. This topic is so important. I think every parents know parenting cause if u don’t know parenting then when your child becoming mental patient it’s a critical situation to handle. Cause mom dont understand her child and also neglect the baby. This make him/ her so much in trouble to speak with someone. I think we need to aware people by this kinda article.

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