Lisa Genova, a neuroscientist whose mission is to write compelling fiction that brings understanding and empathy for the diseases she writes about, has won many well-deserved awards for her efforts. In this book, she provides a window into the world of bipolar disorder.
Marialyce and I read this and we were both touched by Maddy’s story and impressed, once again, with Lisa Genova’s talent.
One of my very good friends had a son with bipolar, and I can say Lisa Genova did a phenomenal job of highlighting the challenges on both the person who has bipolar and on their family and loved ones.
Maddy suffers the hallmark cyclical symptoms, with extreme mood swings ranging from the depths of depression when she can barely get out of bed, to the reckless behavior during her manic phases. No one chooses this illness, and the illness doesn’t define the person. Maddy desperately wants to go back to who she was before.
In the author’s own words she chooses to “write about people who tend to be ignored, feared, and misunderstood because of what’s going on inside of their brains”. She’s tackled ALS, Huntington’s chores, Alzheimer’s, traumatic brain injury, and autism. But this is the first time she’s written about mental illness, which carries the additional burden of shame, stigma, and judgment.
As a neuroscientist, the author knows about what she writes, and it’s clear in the acknowledgments she does extensive research from people who are living it.
It’s not an easy read. It’s heart wrenching to see Maddy experience the lows of depression, and the delusions of grandeur during manic episodes. The disease onset usually strikes young adults, an already uncertain, often tumultuous, time of their lives. Maddy must come to terms with her new normal at a time in life when young adults just want to fit in. It’s typical for sufferers to stop taking their medication during a calm phase, which of course leads to a manic episode. The disease causes behaviors that leads others to label them as “weird” or unlikable.
Being so close to a family whose son suffered with this disorder made this a difficult read. Many of the scenarios were all all too familiar. Unfortunately, our friend’s son, a brilliant, kind young man with a loving family and a promising future, did not survive this devastating illness, despite access to treatment. We have a long way to go.
I hope that readers will gain much understanding and empathy toward those who live with bipolar, a disorder that, according to the author’s note, has 47 million sufferers worldwide, 7 million of those who live in the U.S.