The Ugly Truth of Growing Up With a Bipolar Mother
Random Musings
May is Mental Illness month.  Therefore, I have decided to write a post on the ugly truth of growing up with a bipolar mother. My childhood was turbulent.  As a child, I never knew what the next day would bring.  Would my mother be smiling and happy? And if she was did was she headed into another manic episode?   As a child, I learned to walk on eggshells. Keeping the peace in the family was a must. Manic Moods During her manic moods, mother would have endless energy, unreasonable thoughts and no need for sleep.  Elvis records would shriek …