My life is far from perfect. My recovery is still only partial. I still rely on meds and therapy (and probably will for the rest of my life). I still have good days and bad ones. And, so far anyway, I’m still fairly limited as to what I can do socially and occupationally/educationally. I hope to improve, but I have to be honest and tell you that, while I feel I’ve made great strides, my recovery has not been anywhere near complete (100%).
Like I said in a post I put up earlier (last year, I believe), I have a lot to prove to myself yet.
Take care and best wishes…
P.S. Also, to give you a frame of reference, I’m 41-years-old. I’ve been in therapy since I was 26 (15 1/2 years as of this post), and I’ve been fighting and recovering from this disease since I was at least 11 years-old…probably earlier than that. Not saying that your loved one (or you) will have to work that long to get markedly better, because you may not. The meds are better than they were 15+ years ago, and early detection along with more awareness as a society is helping. Oh yeah, and my psychiatrist recently told me to hang in there…even better meds are on their way! YAY!!