The In-Between

Too Sick to Manage, Too Well for Help

LaToya Baldwin Clark

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It starts as moments of feeling deep despair. Tears threaten to fall at any moment. I turn off my camera in these days of personal interactions over Zoom, leaving my interlocutor unsure and troubled about my behavior. I lie, say that I need to blow my nose or do something else no one really wants to see me doing. After hanging up, the tears make good on the promise, an assault that lasts for the rest of the day.

I cancel professional appointments because I can’t trust myself to not cry when crying would be unprofessional. I apologize to my husband for the mood swings, especially the crying that leaves him feeling helpless. I hide my face from my children, especially my littlest one, who has an emotional intelligence beyond his nine years, a knack for knowing when I am sad.

I soldier through the best I can. I’ve done this countless times before, projecting an image of confidence and stability, when I feel nothing but insecurity and dizziness. I do my first television interview, makeup perfect, skin radiant, a confident smile on my face and sure of the knowledge in my words. I know I can reschedule the appointments. I know that this depression is not my fault. I smile so as not to alert my children. And when I can’t hold it together, I retreat to my room, lock the door, get into my bed, and let go.

I’m in the In-Between.

The in-between is mental health’s “horrible middle,” the place where you are too sick to carry on as usual but not sick enough for an intensive mode of treatment. It’s the place where weekly therapy is not enough, but inpatient treatment is too much. It’s the place where the mental health system fails those who are suffering, waiting for us to reach the bottom of the depths of our illness before real help comes along.

“Why do we make it so hard to find a place for those who are mid-fall, who need more than once a week with a therapist, less than an intervention on the street? Why do we wait for them to hit rock bottom?”

There is no mental health “system” in this country, “a regularly interacting or interdependent group of items forming a unified whole.” Things do not work together. Medication and therapy are siloed, and one side rarely talks to the other, requiring the…

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LaToya Baldwin Clark

Law professor. Living with Bipolar. Teach and write about the law of educational inequality, property and the family. Mom of 3. All opinions my own.