For the curious, there was never a reason determined to why my face grew to the size of a grapefruit that week.
I was told she had a 1/3 chance a medication would help, 1/3 chance she would need a heart transplant, and 1/3 chance I would suffer the most unbearable loss of my life.
IT HAPPENED TO ME: My Bipolar Disorder Landed Me in the Psych Ward Three Times in the Past Four Months
I was a functioning graduate student in July working on my dissertation and planning my wedding. By September, I was in the university hospital psych ward.