June 25th

I want to help, I want to be useful somehow. And I know I cannot.

My sister called me last night, the situation with her fiancee was bad. He suffers from bipolar disorder, depression, and anxiety attacks. He had those episodes before but never on such a scale that my sister had to call me at night. I don’t know him very well, I think I met him only 5 times over the last year but he seems like a nice guy. My sister loves him and they really nicely complement each other. This time, from what she said, hospitalization will be needed for him. Possibly an inpatient treatment in a private clinic. On Saturday he will see a specialist to determine the next move. If the situation is as bad as I understand, that — however unpleasant — would be the best course of action, to be under the constant care of professionals for a while. Most likely he will lose his job — he only started two months ago and is still on probation there. My sister started a new job two weeks ago and she might have to take some time off as well, which could be bad as well (my sister suffers from depression too and is under therapist care). I already told her that if there is anything I can do to help, to let me know. Soon I will start my two weeks off work and I can adjust my plans if needed.

I wish I could help them in any way, but I know it is impossible. Mental health, when it deteriorates to the point like with Jacek last night, is the best to leave to doctors and psychiatrists, and therapists. Of course, the support of friends and family is needed as well — and I will try to do what I can, if and when my help could be needed. I got a lot of help when I was at rock bottom, I know what it feels like. I want to pay it back. I hope so much that Jacek will get better and my sister will be happy and they will have a normal, loving relationship. They both deserve it.