Hard journey of life
The Silent Struggle of a Caring Parent
Life as a parent of a child with bipolar disorder is filled with moments of hope, despair, and unyielding love. Among the many chapters of my journey, there was a time when Fluoxetine brought a noticeable calm to my daughter’s life. It lifted the weight of depression from her days, and for a while, I could breathe easier, watching her live with a sense of balance.
But one morning, that comfort slipped away. With fear in her eyes and concern in her voice, she refused to take Fluoxetine anymore, worried that so many medicines might harm her body. As a father, I understood her fears, but I also knew the value this medicine had in keeping her stable.
Fluoxetine, available only in capsule form, gave me no option to mask its intake with tea or food, as I had managed with other tablets. My search for a tablet version across pharmacies and online portals ended in disappointment. The absence of this single medicine, unfortunately, led to a recurrence of her depressive episodes — deep, intense, and heartbreaking.
Eventually, she had to be hospitalised. But instead of relief, we faced a bitter reality. The care was lacking, the atmosphere cold, and the treatment uninspiring. I knew I had to do something. I turned to a retired doctor — one who had once brought clarity in chaos. He reassessed her condition and prescribed a new combination: Aripiprazole, Olanzapine, and Lumateperone.
Still, depression found its way back, month after month. Each time, it pierced my heart a little deeper, yet I refused to give up. Hours melted into nights as I scoured the internet, seeking something — anything — that could help.
And then, like a flicker of hope, I came across Oleanz Plus — a combined formulation of Olanzapine with an antidepressant. Manufactured by Sun Pharmaceuticals, it seemed promising. I immediately contacted our trusted local medical store, and they arranged for a home delivery.
It may be a small victory in the face of a great battle, but to me, it meant the world — a glimmer of control, a possibility of peace for my daughter.
This journey is not easy. The sorrow of watching a loved one suffer, coupled with the helplessness of being unable to do more, weighs heavily. But every day I remind myself — I am not just a parent. I am her warrior, her shield, and her quiet strength in the background.
Through despair and discovery, I hold on to hope — that one day, she will find lasting peace. Until then, I will keep walking beside her, step by step, with love that never fades.