My wife has a mental illness. She was hospitalized for close to one month with acute psychosis. Her diagnosis (still not solidified) is major depression with psychotic features. This blindsided us. This blindsided me. My world flipped upside down.
“Sonya” refers to the name I gave my wife when she was at her most delusional, because she reminded me of the Dostoeskvy character. I never called her it, just mentally affixed her the nickname when I was trying to remind myself that This Isn’t Her, This Is A Disease. We do strange things to cope in strange situations.
There is a pathetic lack of information for family members of those who suffer with mental illness. Mental illness treats the patient, but forgets that the family suffers with the patient as well. That’s why I’m writing. I’m going no-holds-barred, I plan on being extremely candid about my experience, hoping that some others can learn from this. I made a typo when I created an email address, so if you want to email me it’s email@example.com.
For one month, my wife lived in Sonya’s world. The rest of our lives is going to be about making peace with it.