In 2010, after a call from her apartment manager, I found my sister wandering the property barefoot in the snow, talking to people I couldn’t see. She had left the stove on in her kitchen and a burner glowed orange in the dark. The place smelled as if she’d not taken Max, the wonder dog, out in days. As I started to straighten up the place I found pills tucked in unusual places, evidence she’d not been taking her medication. Obviously she needed help that she couldn’t get from anyone else in our family. You see, I’m the only one who believes in mental illness.
Clearly the mental health system where she lived was failing her and I couldn’t possibly navigate it from where I lived 100 miles away. So I packed up her belongings, rented a storage unit, and moved her to my town.
I’m not a mental health professional. I’m a marketing director at a pharmaceutical company that doesn’t even specialize in neuro products. And I’m not a pharmacist. I probably understand a little more about medications than the average gal on the street because of where I work but that’s not saying much. Simply put, I’m a sister trying to hold a sister’s hand. Trophy Daughter is a blog to share my experiences as I do just that. It’s the perspective of a sister, a caregiver, and a mental health champion. Please take this into account as you respond to my posts and be gentle! I have way more questions than I have answers so please, please, please share your insights.