About Me
I'm Sarah. I'm 36 and I'm a widow.
I was married on June 6, 2009 to my husband, Tyler. We got married young; I was 19 and he was 21. We grew up together and always found a way to show our love and appreciation.
In February 2025, my husband was diagnosed with Bipolar I disorder. Doctors prescribed medications and therapies, and he did not accept it.
I intend to share my story to provide hope and encouragement all people who are either living with Bipolar, are currently battling the disorder with a loved one, or who've lost someone to this horrible disease. I've learned so much from this experience, and I hope others can understand that most people have some type of mental health struggle; it could be as simple as anxiety, all the way to someone more serious such as Schizophrenia or Bipolar.. However, anytime it is discussed, their is a negative stigma behind a diagnosis, mostly deeming people "crazy". My husband wasn't crazy. His brain was sick. I wouldn't wish my experience on anyone, but I am an example that life moves on, even though it's really, really hard to overcome watching anyone end their life because they simply can't take it anymore.
My life changed forever on Wednesday, December 17, 2025. I watched my husband give up because he was tired, frustrated, and just done. He was incredible and is missed everyday.
I am a living testimonial.
