SJ Hart is an international educator, advocate and author. She and her 3 children live with bipolar disorder and other genetically transmitted mental illnesses. SJ was assisted in the editing phase of "Lies in Silence: Lessons about Bipolar and Co-Occurring Disorders Learned Through Advocating for Appropriate Treatment for My Family" by Martin Sheen. Martin was invaluable in the process of content, title & editing.

SJ is a leader in the model of Suicide Management v prevention.

Lies in Silence: Lessons about Bipolar and Co-Occurring Disorders Learned Through Advocating for Appropriate Treatment for My Family powerfully represents timely and pertinent issues including the link between mental illness and genetic predisposition, stigma, overwhelming grief, and hopelessness through the eyes of one woman.

She asks provocative questions demanding answers regarding poorly trained professionals, the lack of urgency to the lowering age of onset of illness, and prominent social issues and their connection to an emerging epidemic.

Lies In Silence is instructive and poignant. It is vital tool for clinical training of allied health professionals, college professors to aggressively decrease the catastrophic epidemic of college suicide. She has worked at Springfield College, Jefferson Medical School, Coppin State and University of PA to name a few.

SJ Hart has a Masters Degree. She was a practicing clinician in dual diagnosis treatment for over 32 years, and now writes and teaches full time.

Hart has been interviewed on the radio, in magazines, and taught over 40 times in the US, Canada and Australia. Her book is available in over 100 countries. SJ Hart was honored with The Maxie Collier Award for “significant contributions to the Field of Mental Health”, and in 2014 her book was placed in the Library of Medicine The NIH, listed as an invaluable resource.

She also wrote a prominent chapter (author) in Motherhood, Mental Illness and Recovery© 2014 Stories of Hope (Chapter 40)

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Mental Illness Is Not My Problem

Mental illness is everybody's problem.

by SJ Hart, Author, Educator, Advocate

I went to visit friends in Tampa Florida this past weekend. Flying home with my son and my husband I am full of sadness. On New Year’s Day, their son took an overdose of antipsychotics. Their son John cut them into a powdery substance and inhaled it. The seizures started within minutes. He wanted to die later telling his parents he didn’t want to worry them any longer. He has suffered from several severe mental illnesses for two decades, and an addiction to drugs and alcohol.

At the age of twenty-nine he has only known joy when writing and playing music. But when he writes and plays guitar all night he misses his medication and then uses drugs to get some sleep. This has been his pattern for years with occasional drug rehabilitation and psychiatric treatment.

My family arrived on January 7th for our visit days after the initial crisis as John’s father was chasing out drug abusers that had been crashing at the apartment, paying off dealers to go away, changing the locks, retrieving his car and transferring him to a hospital to medically stabilize him. They moved through the steps easily as history has not been kind and they know the routine.

I could complain about the weather, no trip to the beach, missed opportunity to sit in the jacuzzi, but none of that really matters. It just doesn’t. My friends built a beautiful new home with lovely furnishings and all the comforts anyone could ask for, but it will never be peaceful nor tranquil in their retirement. This is the life they have known for decades.

The rest of our visit we enjoyed their company, toured their community, and offered support. Our families have done this for years going back and forth with different crises including completed suicides.

Their 26-year-old daughter Jennifer came over for a campfire the night we arrived. Though she also has mental illness she is stable on medication, graduated from nursing school and has a job. She was recently married and her husband finished work in the military and now suffering from PTSD. They have had many challenges as a young couple.

That evening we talked about getting the boys treatment, but we also laughed, shared snacks and had good conversation.

The next morning was low key and after breakfast we ventured out to take in the surroundings, including the beach, the local sites and then an Italian restaurant for lunch right before packing up for our trip home. As we finished our cup of coffee for the road, we heard my friend Meryl’s voice getting louder and louder in another area of the house. She walked into the kitchen making it clear she was on the phone with her daughter. Her son-in-law was agitated, threatening to hurt their cat and complaining of shortness of breath. He had been to the hospital the week before for a panic attack.

We left for the airport at the same time they left for their daughter’s apartment. We were on our way to the Tampa airport, and they were on their way to take their son-in-law to the hospital for a psychiatric evaluation six days after they took their son.
Some people think a story like this is unusual perhaps something infrequent. And yet it is not. It is a common story and families like ours hide and suffer in silence, fighting for competent services, respectful professionals and relief from horrific and painful suffering of loved ones.

We flew down the day after the Ft. Lauderdale airport shooting. It was not far from my mind we were using two airports twice. On the way home I thought about our weekend and again the Ft. Lauderdale shooting. The storyline of that shooting if someone were to write it accurately would read:

The Ft. Lauderdale airport shooter was a young man that served our country.

He returns from serving our country in poor mental health, requiring psychiatric care for symptoms of hallucinations and delusions, unsafe to himself and others.

After serving our country, he is admitted and discharged from a psychiatric hospital.
After serving our country he travels to an airport committing murder after seeking mental health care.
After serving our country he is given the death penalty.

Young man survives active military service and in return, the legal system, the mental healthcare system and our people, The United States of America thank him by contributing to his death sentence.

Our people are killing themselves.
Our people are killing each other
Our country, The United States of America, is killing our military men and women.

What do we tell ourselves when our soldiers survive battle in other countries, but are put to death by our own?
“Thank you for your service”!

Mental Illness is not my problem. Mental illness is everybody’s problem.

Why does it seem like it’s nobody’s problem?

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