Boy, Interrupted

I've been bawling my eyes out - I just finished watching HBO's documentary, "Boy, Interrupted." It's a film produced by parents of a son, Evan, who had bi-polar disorder and from as early as age five, talked about wanting to kill himself and eventually was successful at age 15. He was one of those kids who was absolutely gorgeous, sweet, loving, bright, creative but living with a tortured soul. It was the saddest thing I've allowed myself to watch in quite a while, and it makes you wonder - is it better to have a child, like Evan, born with bi-polar disorder who goes on to commit suicide or is it better to never be blessed with a child at all. I don't know. I tend to think even watching this heart-breaking documentary that it would be better to have the child. As the mother stated, she did have the gift of 15 years with him - even though many of those were terrible years where she witnessed her son struggling and even had to institutionalize him at times, but there were lots of other wonderful moments. However, watching her talk about how she will just never be able to accept that she gave birth to this beautiful boy, raised him and then had to bury him so soon.....wow, it would just be so hard.