Woven into Fire

"Every face is in you, every voice, every sorrow in you.

Every pity, every love, every memory, woven into fire.

Every breath is in you, every cry, every longing in you.

Every singing, every hope, every healing, woven into fire.

Every heart is in you, every tongue, every trembling in you,

Every blessing, every soul, every shining, woven into fire."

text by  Michael Dennis Browne

I just celebrated a significant anniversary. Twenty eight years ago, on Wednesday night June 10, I was admitted to the psyche ward of Parkridge Hospital in Chattanooga, Tennessee. There is nothing significant about twenty eight years except at my age and stage of life every anniversary is significant. Since I was not living at home at the time, a good friend took it upon himself to take me to the Parkridge ER at around midnight on Wednesday June 10^th. As I was experiencing a psychotic break from reality, I was medicated in the ER so that I could calm down enough to be admitted. I remember a nurse named Jo who was particularly kind to me. She lovingly talked me down and helped me to get to the place that I could  make somewhat rational decisions. I remember nothing else until I woke up in the psyche ward the next morning. I was not at all happy to find myself in those surroundings.

I had been in the ward for two weeks before I was diagnosed. My doctor told me that I was suffering from manic-depression, otherwise known as the bipolar disorder. It took me several weeks after that to accept that I was mentally ill. Even now, these twenty eight years later, it’s somewhat hard to accept. The thing you need to know if you’re not mentally ill or do not know someone that is, mental illness happens to “normal” people just like you and me.  I didn’t ask to be mentally ill any more than anyone asks to have heart disease or needs to go on dialysis. The brain as a major organ of the body sometimes goes awry and needs to be treated just like any other organ of the body that has problems. Although I had spent most of my life depressed, it was the mania that landed me in the hospital.  I have read that depression affects the one suffering and the mania affects everybody else.

Over this twenty eight years I have had a number of psychiatrists and counselors. These medical professionals have prescribed medication and offered hours of life changing therapy. I owe all of them a deep debt of gratitude. I owe my wife most of my gratitude. She has stood beside me all these many years through the best and worst of it all. 

The lyrics above are from a piece called Hymn to the Eternal Flame by Stephen Paulus. That piece is from  his major work, To Be Certain of the Dawn.  Nothing written explains my illness much better than the words to this hymn. “Every blessing, every soul, every shining, woven into fire.” May was Mental Health Awareness Month. The only reason I’m publishing this here and now is to make you aware. It’s important that you don’t let “mental illness” scare you or even to make you feel  uncomfortable. It happens to the best of us. My treatment has been successful. For years I have been in my right mind and my mood has stabilized. Mental illness can be treated and controlled, even an illness as significant as manic-depression. I would like nothing better than to open a dialogue with you about my own experience and to be of help with your situation.