(10-1-19) As soon as I entered the psych ward, the memories came. Painful memories of my adult son, Kevin, hospitalized five times because of his unchecked bipolar disorder.
Only this time, the dread of him being inside a hospital quickly dissipated. Replaced by pride and admiration.
Kevin had been invited onto this closed ward last week by the University of Alabama Center for Psychiatric Medicine in Birmingham, Alabama, to share his recovery story with fifty patients receiving treatment there.
Standing before them, he spoke unscripted from his heart, recalling how he had been arrested and shot twice by the police with a taser. How for five years, he’d been caught in a self-destructive psychotic revolving door. How he’d eventually accepted that he had a serious mental illness and with the help of a compassionate case manager named Cyndi Anderson, how he’d started on his journey to recovery. Today, he works full-time as a peer specialist, lives independently, and is earning a Master’s Degree in social work.
He finished his speech by singing a rap song called In My Feelings that he’d composed and will be released Friday. A part of its second verse:
Patients reacted by rising spontaneously from their chairs to sing along and dance to the beat as he performed. It was electrifying. A tear formed in my eyes.
Less than 24 hours later, more tears – but for an opposite reason.