As I’ve speak about frequently, my family, in the form of my daughter, has been crucial to my recovery. When it came down to it, and I truly needed her to be there, she was. When I was in the hospital in Orlando, the first outside call I made was to her. My life was in crisis, and I knew I had her unconditional love. Which she freely gave. And we planned on my making a move to live near her. However it could be accomplished. Not everybody is as lucky as I was in this regard. Many of those living with mental illness don’t have families backing them. Many mentally ill individuals have ‘issues’ with their families that make it more likely that they separate from them. And others are separated from family because their families found it too difficult to deal with the behavior/problems that are part of dealing with the fact that someone you love is mentally ill.