Of Two Minds, a film about sisters
Tonight I stopped by the local Mental Health Association as they were screening a film called “Of Two Minds,” a look at mental illness from a sibling’s perspective. I was pretty blown away by the intensity of this film, by its raw pain, as it communicated the love between sisters, one well, one suffering from schizophrenia, the guilt, the unpredictability of the disease and all the rest. I did not expect to end my Wednesday evening weeping over my sister. But as I said to the evening’s facilitator, “better out than in.” Grief has so many layers. The loss of a loved one with mental illness is so complex, the loss began decades ago, and death, which seems so final, serves to open up layers of grief long forgotten.
Better out than in.
I highly recommend this film, though it is hard to watch, to anyone with a family, friend or loved one suffering from schizophrenia. Or if you love someone who has a family member with mental illness, this may give you insight into how hard the path can be.
Tomorrow I will write about perfume. Tonight I gently mourn my sister, Deborah and further forgive myself for all the ways I could not be there for her, by remembering the moments that we did have together.
Image: portrait of my sister, 1978, acrylic on canvas