There are some stories you live through without ever imagining that one day you’ll put them into words for other people to read.

Of Two Minds is that story for me.

Today, I am releasing a book that is deeply personal—a book about bipolar disorder, addiction, motherhood, relationships, recovery, shame, resilience, and what it means to rebuild a life after some of your darkest chapters.

Writing it required me to look back at parts of my life I spent years trying to understand. It also required me to look at how my experience with bipolar disorder changed when it was no longer only my diagnosis to understand, but something my teenage daughter would face as well.

More Than a Book About Bipolar Disorder

Of Two Minds is a memoir about living with bipolar disorder, but bipolar disorder is only one part of the story.

It is about what happens when mental illness intersects with relationships, addiction, identity, parenting, regret, and the very human desire to be loved and understood.

There were times in my life when I didn’t understand my own behavior.

There were times when I hurt people I loved.

There were times when I made decisions that didn’t make sense to the people around me—and sometimes didn’t make sense to me afterward either.

There were also times when I was hurting far more than anyone could see.

Mental illness is complicated that way.

From the outside, people often see behaviors. They see choices, consequences, conflict, instability, or mistakes.

They don’t always see what is happening underneath.

That is part of why I wanted to write this book.

Telling the Parts We Usually Hide

We are often encouraged to tell our stories after they have been cleaned up.

We talk about recovery once everything is better.

We talk about addiction after sobriety.

We talk about painful relationships once we’ve healed.

We talk about mental illness once we’ve learned how to manage it.

But real life isn’t nearly that tidy.

Of Two Minds doesn’t pretend that healing erases the past.

It doesn’t erase regret.

It doesn’t erase the people who were hurt along the way.

And it doesn’t erase the complicated reality of living with a brain that sometimes experiences the world very differently.

Instead, this book asks a harder question:

How do we learn to have compassion for who we were while still taking responsibility for who we want to become?

I believe both things can be true.

We can acknowledge the damage caused during difficult seasons of our lives while also recognizing the pain, illness, trauma, or addiction that contributed to those moments.

Understanding isn’t the same thing as excusing.

Sometimes understanding is simply how we finally begin to heal.

From Addiction to Recovery

Addiction is also part of my story.

There was a time when drugs and alcohol were woven into my life in ways that eventually became destructive. Recovery required much more than simply stopping.

It required learning how to live differently.

It required looking at myself honestly.

It required rebuilding.

And it required accepting that becoming healthier doesn’t mean pretending the unhealthy version of you never existed.

Today, after more than a decade of sobriety, I can look back at that person with a perspective I couldn’t have had while I was living it.

I don’t celebrate everything she did.

But I understand her better now.

And I have compassion for how desperately she was trying to survive.

Becoming a Therapist Changed the Way I Understood My Own Story

There is something strange about eventually studying the very things you once lived through.

Becoming a therapist gave me language for experiences I couldn’t explain when I was younger.

I learned about trauma, attachment, addiction, mood disorders, relationships, shame, defense mechanisms, the nervous system, and the ways human beings adapt when life becomes overwhelming.

Suddenly, pieces of my own history began fitting together differently.

That doesn’t mean I found a clinical explanation for every mistake I’ve ever made.

It means I began understanding that human behavior is rarely as simple as “good person” or “bad person.”

People are complicated.

Mental illness is complicated.

Relationships are complicated.

Recovery is complicated.

And sometimes healing begins when we’re finally willing to tell the truth about all of it.

When Bipolar Disorder Became Part of My Daughter’s Story

Perhaps one of the most complicated parts of my journey with bipolar disorder has been watching my teenage daughter begin a journey of her own.

There is something incredibly different about living with a diagnosis yourself and then watching your child struggle with the same illness.

As a mother, you want to protect your children from the things that hurt you.

You want your experiences to somehow create a shield around them.

You think, I went through this so maybe she won’t have to.

And then sometimes life reminds you that parenting doesn’t work that way.

When my daughter was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I found myself experiencing the illness from an entirely different perspective.

I knew what it felt like from the inside.

Now I was learning what it felt like to love someone through it from the outside.

There were moments when my own history helped me understand her in ways I might not have otherwise. I understood that behavior and character are not always the same thing. I understood how overwhelming emotions can become. I understood that a person can be struggling tremendously even when other people don’t fully recognize what is happening.

But being able to understand something doesn’t make it easy to watch.

Being a therapist didn’t make me immune to the fear of being a mother.

Having bipolar disorder myself didn’t give me a perfect roadmap for helping my daughter navigate hers.

If anything, sometimes knowing what the illness can look like made the fear more complicated.

I wanted to protect her from pain.

I wanted to protect her from shame.

I wanted to protect her from mistakes she might someday regret.

Most of all, I wanted her to understand something that took me many years to learn:

Bipolar disorder is something you live with. It does not have to become the definition of who you are.

My daughter is not my diagnosis repeated in another generation.

She is her own person.

She will have her own experiences, make her own choices, develop her own understanding of herself, and create her own story.

My job is not to write that story for her.

My job is to love her while she learns how to write it herself.

Parenting While Carrying Your Own History

Parenting a teenager is complicated under ordinary circumstances.

Parenting a teenager with a mental health disorder you also live with brings another layer entirely.

Sometimes I recognize pieces of myself in my daughter.

Sometimes that recognition creates connection.

Sometimes it creates fear.

And sometimes it forces me to confront parts of my own past all over again.

One of the lessons motherhood continues to teach me is that our children don’t need us to have lived perfect lives.

They need us to be present.

They need honesty.

They need accountability.

They need compassion.

And they need to know that struggling with mental health does not make them less worthy of love, opportunity, relationships, dreams, or a meaningful future.

I cannot promise my daughter that bipolar disorder will never make her life difficult.

I can show her that a diagnosis does not mean her life is over.

I can show her that recovery is possible.

I can show her that mistakes don’t have to become identities.

And I can remind her that asking for help is strength, not failure.

In some ways, this may be one of the most meaningful parts of my own recovery: being able to give my daughter some of the understanding I desperately needed when I was younger.

The Most Vulnerable Part of Publishing This Book

There is a difference between writing something and knowing other people are actually going to read it.

That part is terrifying.

Once a story becomes public, you can’t control how everyone interprets it.

Some people may relate deeply.

Some may disagree with parts of it.

Some may recognize themselves.

Some may recognize me.

That’s the risk of writing a memoir.

But I ultimately decided that being honest mattered more than being perfectly protected.

Because somewhere there is someone living through their own version of this story.

Someone newly diagnosed with bipolar disorder who is terrified about what that means.

Someone carrying enormous shame about things they did during an episode.

Someone struggling with addiction.

Someone trying to repair relationships.

Someone parenting a child with a mental health disorder and wondering whether they’re doing enough.

Someone who sees their own struggles reflected in their child and is terrified of what that might mean for their future.

Someone wondering whether their past has permanently defined them.

I want those people to know that their stories aren’t necessarily over.

You Are More Than Your Worst Chapter

If there is one message underneath Of Two Minds, it is this:

A human being should not be reduced to the worst period of their life.

We are allowed to grow.

We are allowed to change.

We are allowed to make amends.

We are allowed to understand ourselves differently at 30, 40, 50, or 70 than we did at 20.

And we are allowed to become people our younger selves couldn’t yet imagine.

The same is true for our children.

Their diagnosis does not determine their future.

Their difficult moments do not define their character.

Their struggles do not erase their potential.

Recovery doesn’t mean the past disappears.

It means the past no longer gets to write every chapter that comes next.

Why I Released

Of Two Minds

I wrote this book because mental illness still carries an enormous amount of shame.

I wrote it because people with bipolar disorder are often reduced to stereotypes.

I wrote it because addiction is frequently judged without understanding the pain underneath it.

I wrote it because relationships can be messy, complicated, painful, and transformative.

I wrote it because parenting through mental illness—your child’s and your own—can be frightening, humbling, heartbreaking, and incredibly meaningful.

I wrote it because motherhood doesn’t require perfection.

I wrote it because recovery deserves to include honesty.

And I wrote it because sometimes the story we are most afraid to tell is the exact story someone else needs to hear.

So today, Of Two Minds is no longer just something sitting on my computer.

It’s out in the world.

That’s exciting.

It’s also vulnerable.

But mostly, I’m grateful that I finally had the courage to tell the story.

If you have ever struggled with mental illness, addiction, shame, complicated relationships, parenting a child with mental health challenges, or the feeling that your past has somehow disqualified you from becoming the person you want to be, I hope you find something of yourself within these pages.

Your hardest chapter does not have to be your final one.

And sometimes the greatest gift we can give the next generation is showing them that there is life—and hope—on the other side of the chapters we thought would destroy us.

Of Two Minds
A memoir of mental illness, addiction, motherhood, relationships, recovery, and becoming.

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— Katherine Boulware, LMFT