LIVING WITH AND LOVING SOMEONE
WITH MENTAL ILLNESS
I have always been a daddy's girl. When my dad was in the navy and would go out to sea for months at a time. I would spend hours singing songs about how much I missed and loved my daddy. The older I got, the more I felt the desire to be by his side, helping him, letting him know how much I loved him, and making sure he never felt lonely. I didn't have a specific reason for feeling that way as a child, but as I have gotten older I have realized that some part of my young self knew that my daddy wasn't completely whole, and I wanted to try to fix that.