Bi-Polar Lives: My Dad & Stephen Fry

Last week, in a podcast with lovely comedian Richard Herring, Stephen Fry felt comfortable enough to speak with further candour about his ‘bi-polar life’. Confessing that he had only last year attempted suicide, he went a little further than he has previously done, giving us another intimate instalment of his condition – a duty he takes seriously as the president of charity Mind. It was shocking to hear of such an act, but perhaps more so of such recency; you always naively hope, despite his frankness about his lows, that he has conquered the demons since his famous breakdown of 1995, which saw him walking out of a West-End play to sail for Belgium, (as good a place for dark thoughts as any).

It is something I remember vaguely from the news while I was staying at my Dad’s bungalow in North Wales. I naturally thought it was sad, but it didn’t touch me then as much as it touches me now.

My Dad had bi-polar. At least that was the label that was given to him and which best-fit, which is a scientific salve to me now in the constant puzzle-solving that comes from losing someone you love to suicide. The cold hard facts become a kindness alongside the searing cruelty of too many questions.

When I was 23 my Dad hanged himself, a method he turned to after superficial attempts with pills and razor blades failed. He was found in a doorway with headphones on. Cat Stevens in the CD player. I trawl those lyrics even now, a decade on, for a satisfying goodbye note. Coincidentally, the last place he travelled to was Belgium, a couple of months before. He went on a recuperative day trip with a coach-load of people he had been with in a local mental hospital; a charity event in which I am surprised but glad his lofty pride allowed him to participate. What did he think as he walked around Bruges? Did he know? Was he saying goodbye to the world?

Dad had always struggled with dark thoughts. He was found by his mother with his head in a gas oven aged 13. He considered (and threatened, and perhaps attempted) it many times after that. He experienced the ‘massive highs and miserable lows’ that Stephen has described. He had the characteristic extravagance that is common to manic depressives, resulting in a lifelong dance with crippling and often criminally fraudulent debt. He was a plotter, a calculator, a control freak. At times in his life he was alcoholic, manipulative, violent, and to some pretty damn evil. He was also charming, vibrant, cheeky, eloquent, highly intelligent, witty, and would give you the shirt off his back. He once anonymously paid off my best friend’s overdraft, he once sat with a very troubled man for hours talking him out of going and indiscriminately shooting people. He was adored, dreaded, loved, feared, tolerated, yearned for, and immeasurably grieved for. His funeral book bore thanks from people for the countless kind things he had done, and for being the reason one old friend was still on this earth himself. He was celebrated for his joyfulness. The service was moved, to our surprise, from the small chapel to the big chapel because so many people turned up to pay their respects. He was all things. I was always – even later, in the more difficult times – so proud of him being my Dad, or Papa as he liked to be called, the twee bugger. It still rankles my gut that he never gave medication a chance. I think he was afraid of losing control; of his sharp mind being blunted; of his pursuers catching up with him; of, dare I say, prison.

In 2003, aged 57, he ‘finally went and did it’. Those were the words poor Mum had to use to tell us; the words of no surprise. In October it will be ten years. I cannot begin to describe in one column the various landscapes of my mind in those ten years.

I met Stephen once, in the make-up room at ITV while I was watching a dear friend get ready for a QI record. He was charm personified, said hello like I was a favourite niece though he had no idea who I was, and I watched him being powdered quietly from the corner. Here was the nation’s darling, but for me he was so much more. He was all the things I loved about my father, still walking around, alive. The gentle poshness, the brilliant articulacy, the bright and beautiful mind, the dapper jackets and coloured socks peeking out. The aura that life, perversely, is wonderful.

Seeing Stephen Fry didn’t anger me that Dad had not had a similar fortitude to stick around – I’ve never felt that anger – instead it brought him alive again; shook out the good things from the tight bundle I carry around. It momentarily lightened bi-polar – the ever-present elephant (black dog, tiger, mammoth) in the room. He was still here. Hello Stephen Fry. I wanted to hold him. (But I’m ruddy glad I didn’t. He would have thought me very odd, and no one wants Stephen Fry to shake his head in disappointment at them, do they?)

Bi-polar. It’s such a strange beast to understand. I won’t fathom it here. So mysterious a thing is it that my Mum, Dad’s best friend for many years, isn’t even sure that he had bi-polar rather than some other sort of personality disorder. There is scant ‘knowing’ with it. Certainly not for those who don’t have it.

And it is a constant question running alongside my own moods too. Only yesterday I had the shadow flit through in a moment of sadness; I could end it right now. Could. What a word. What a burden.

I don’t think I am bi-polar, at all. I would not insult its true sufferers by supposing my highs and lows are anywhere near theirs in scope. But having had suicide in your life ushers in the possibility of it, while at the same time taking it away. You fantasise about it, but you (think you) know you will never do it. As Stephen said, you picture the faces of those who love you. That prevents you. I think my lows, my hopelessness, have mainly been born out of a very long grief, but when it’s all suicide-tinged it’s sometimes hard to tell. I feel plagued by unknowable genetics, yet I sometimes conversely crave similarity to the man I lost because even his bad traits are better than none. I keep him alive however I can.

Stephen Fry helps.

Like many people I so admire him for his honesty, but am also more grateful for it than I can express. I borrow from him the sense I cannot always find; the lessons that my pain – at times renewed afresh – sometimes makes me forget. I love him, and thank him, and hug him in my mind for all the bleak moments that might yet come to him. And smile, with a smile that holds more than anyone will ever know, at his socks. His lovely, colourful, hopeful socks.

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90 comments

  1. Tony · June 10, 2013

    Very very well said. Bless you. I have the same condition as Stephen. It’s great to hear you remember your father with so much love. I’m struggling a little bit at the moment but standing strong.

    • sadiehasler · June 10, 2013

      Thanks Tony. Stay strong. Sending massive respect and support. Xxx

  2. bethalina · June 10, 2013

    This resonates with me so much. I’m in the middle of a terrible low, I’ve enough grip on the outside to keep my head above water at the moment but I do live in fear of slipping under. Sometimes reading anything about mental health can make it worse, but this was beautiful. Thank you. xxx

  3. ramblingsofarandomteenager · June 10, 2013

    Absolutely beautiful piece. Both of my parents have suffered with depression in different forms and it’s nice to see someone talk about mental health issues so openly.

  4. Claire Jones · June 10, 2013

    I have just read your article in the Colchester gazette and it moved me so much that I had to find you online. I have had exactly the same experience as you and I too have always felt a warm feeling whenever I see Stephen Fry. He has always reminded me of my father who died 35 years ago. Everything you said about your father is just how I have always felt: no anger, just love and regret. Almost everything you wrote could have been written by me except that I also suffer from bi-polar and there is no “knowing” it, it just is. Thank you for your eloquant words. x

  5. Carol · June 10, 2013

    Touching and beautifully written. Your Dad would be so proud. Thanks for sharing

  6. Kirsty · June 10, 2013

    Utterly beautiful, and I think it takes a much stronger person to admit there’s things they do not know, or cannot truly empathise with, than to assume they do or can. And much skill to make something so complex, accessible.

  7. Debbie Bennett · June 11, 2013

    I’ve read this a couple of times now Sadie and have shared it on my page, although we have a lot of mutual friends who would have already seen it. Thank you for writing this – it must have been difficult to write. You have certainly inherited some of your father’s traits – his charm, his wit and intelligence. I don’t really know what to say without sounding contrived – so just sending my love XXX

  8. Margaret Mary Meenaghan · June 11, 2013

    So sad for your loss, I think when people commit suicide, they maybe don’t think of their loved ones, they just have their pain and that’s all consuming on their mind. Bi polar like you say is so complicated, and makes people have such complex characters, it’s like trying to be constantly rational with the irrational. The highs and lows and the rages are unbearable and picking up the pieces is so hard. Thanks for your piece, it was moving and beautifully written. May you father rest in peace,

  9. Richard Cassar · June 11, 2013

    Beautiful piece of writing. Very humbling, in all the right ways.

  10. rutty · June 11, 2013

    Reblogged this on Too Posh To Mosh.

  11. Johanna Higgleton · June 11, 2013

    Absolutely beautiful article – written by a beautiful person. This touched me to tears Sadie as I remember your pain and how strong you were – you were and are an inspiration. Take care xxxx

  12. Peter Edwards · June 11, 2013

    Beautiful and sensitive. Justly elevated.

  13. MRC · June 11, 2013

    Thank you for the warmth and openness of your words, Sadie, and so sad for your loss. I do know what you mean, growing up with suicides in my family, losing my younger sister to alcoholism and grieving for her still. I have major depression and find it hard to write about the “milder” lows with which I struggle. Thanks for your lovely writing, be well.

  14. PursuingREAL · June 11, 2013

    Thank you for sharing such a personal and beautiful piece! I’m glad that you are able to find comfort rather than resentment in someone who reminds you of your father. I admire your ability to accept what you may not understand, and to admit that you do not understand it. Sending lots of love!

    • Lorraine Gouland · June 17, 2013

      PursuingREAL has said what I would like to say and has said it beautifully so I shall just concur.

  15. Jessica Slavin · June 11, 2013

    Quite beautiful. Painfully so. Thank you for your sharing, and your exquisite writing.

  16. helena mallett · June 11, 2013

    What a beautiful blog … deeply moving.

  17. xymalf · June 11, 2013

    Reblogged this on xymalf.

  18. Minty · June 11, 2013

    This is a lovely thoughtful piece. Thank you.

  19. buddhalaugh · June 11, 2013

    Thank you for sharing in such an intimate expansive way, illuminating the darkness we experience here with so much love.

  20. aib1420 · June 11, 2013

    i´m bipolar myself and have been since 26; i´m 49 aged now and have been in hospital so many times, have had my ups and downs that I can talk about it openly now, I feel like an ave fenix always on the verge, on the edge of life: the higher I get the lower I´ll fall. For me, the only hope now is to maintain a kind of inner balance between who I´m really am and the outer world, always trying not to lose the connexion that keeps my spirit in toch with this world and its forms.

  21. Mrs Smith · June 11, 2013

    This was amazing, honestly writing in a beautiful poetic way. I applaud you and wish you the very best.

  22. 48colorrainbow · June 11, 2013

    I did not know that about Stephen Fry.

  23. theworldoutsidethewindow · June 11, 2013

    Beautifully and eloquently written. I have experiences with depression and suicide and I think it is so vital to talk about it, rather than shun away from the subject. Thank you

  24. Humans Are Weird · June 11, 2013

    Brilliant write up. Thanks for sharing.

  25. mmiller · June 11, 2013

    Reblogged this on Being Me… and commented:
    This is such a wonderful, well-thought-out post, and incredibly touching.

  26. Wild Juggler · June 11, 2013

    Brilliantly written. I am sad for your loss. I don’t think I have bi-polar, but I am a moody person. I don’t think this gives me any insights into this condition.

    In fact, every sufferer experiences bi-polar differently from the next person with bi-polar, which is why it can be so difficult to understand them, let alone help them.

  27. adekonyin · June 11, 2013

    Beautifully written. So sorry for your loss

  28. drjgelb · June 12, 2013

    Beautifully said! Bravo and Best Wishes!

  29. james1213 · June 12, 2013

    This is such a touching piece. I always find Stephen to be a source of comfort to me whenever my own condition gets bad. I often look up videos of him on youtube just so I can hear the beautiful, sweet, cheerfulness of his voice.

    Would somebody tweet this article to Stephen? I think he’d like to read it.

  30. chandleur1 · June 12, 2013

    I can feel your pain through your writing. Well written!

  31. painspeaks · June 12, 2013
  32. iaminterestingdammit · June 12, 2013

    My best friend struggles with bi polar disorder. It is comforting to feel like there is someone else who can understand what it is like to be in the life of someone you love who is ailed this way. Tank you for sharing your story.

  33. gingersnapps · June 12, 2013

    Hi my name is Ginger & your blog touched me in a big way, and Im sorry to hear about your dad. I can relate on both sides, the suicide and losing family that way. I understand how it must seem that people who take there lives are selfish but the fact is that until someone lives with mental illness they can never really understand this battle. Its like being in war against yourself, cause after so many years of suffering and feeling like a switch keeps being flipped inside your head from normal, high, & a crash so bad it feels like your private hell alone in your head. Im still fighting this everyday and just want to say that your blog made me feel not so alone.

  34. kyrielleadelshine · June 12, 2013

    Thanks for sharing ;0)

  35. I am nacho momma. · June 12, 2013

    I too struggle with bi-polar and I am so sorry that someone you love was affected too.

  36. Tarantino Panda · June 12, 2013

    Thought provoking and heart-wrenching, yet hopeful and forward looking. Thanks for sharing such an important and personal story.

  37. frekvencija · June 12, 2013

    “I cannot begin to describe in one column the various landscapes of my mind in those ten years.”

    I am deeply touched with the way this article is written, it is filled with love but also darkness and it makes me sad and happy at the same time.

  38. notesfromrumbleycottage · June 12, 2013

    I really enjoyed this piece. While I am familiar with Stephen Fry, I was unaware of his bi-polar status. Thanks for writing such a beautiful piece.

  39. davidpartiel1 · June 12, 2013

    Beautifully written and so sad. I feel for your loss. Life can be difficult at times but believing in success can shine your light to more!

    Follow me for Motivation throughout the day! I believe in motivating the world and with motivation i bring you support and you inspire positive change! Allow your mind to venture off to the unknown.

  40. mejung24 · June 12, 2013

    Thank you for sharing your story. I now have a better understanding of the illness and how it affects families.

  41. puzzledprimate · June 12, 2013

    I like your writing

  42. elizabethjaneclarke · June 13, 2013

    Somebody close to me suffers from BP and unless you have witnessed it, it is difficult to comprehend how rehabilitating it is. This is such a great post. We need more of them to educate those who are not properly informed.

  43. carolsposts · June 13, 2013

    To suffer the hell’s of poor mental health is the worst. I don’t have personal experience, but I have gone though it’s tortures with my youngest son, he many attempts to take his life, mostly to ask people to see his pain, but twice because he felt beaten. Stephen Fry is a wonderful champion for Mind, his frankness of his personal experiences can only help kill the stigma.

  44. Becky98 · June 13, 2013

    What a beautiful article, and so well written. My condolences to you and your family. My brother suffers from depression and bi-polar, so I understand how hard it is to really look after the person you love, and how wonderful it is when someone truly understands what they’re going through.
    Thank you for this wonderful story and stay strong 🙂

  45. Geo Sans · June 13, 2013

    I’m so sorry

    to hear

    about your dad

    ~

    anniversaries

    are always so hard

    ~

    take care

  46. bubliibeauty · June 13, 2013

    Really great post …

  47. naturalpfg · June 13, 2013

    Thank you so very much for this amazing expression. I am very grateful, that someone is able to voice the anguish so many of us go through.

  48. electrasmoped · June 13, 2013

    I am reading this and crying. I know I’ve come far to close to suicide. My grandmother killed herself and I am disabled as a result of an earlier attempt. Stephen was right when he said the wrong question is ‘ why’. As too often when you are in a black mood it is why not. Thank you for your post and remember that if you ever need help the Samaritans or your GP will listen. It’s hard growing up in the shadow of suicide and I wish you all the luck in the world.

  49. kevindeisher · June 13, 2013

    Thanks for sharing this. I have bipolar and have been suicidal, attempting three times in the past and really struggling with suicidal ideations now. Bipolar is a horrible illness I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I admire anyone who is willing to acknowledge their illness and help defeat the stigma. I really admire those who don’t have a mental illness but take the time to learn about them so they can hopefully make a positive difference for someone or have a positive impact in the fight against stigma and discrimination.

  50. alisondunlop · June 13, 2013

    This is one of the most moving and articulate pieces I’ve read in a long time – thank you so much for sharing your and your father’s story so eloquently and honestly. My very best wishes to you…

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  52. napperscompanion · June 13, 2013

    Great stuff, Sadie. Not glad, but transparent and great. Well-deserved Freshly Pressed. Thanks and peace, John

  53. deidreswain · June 14, 2013

    I am also bi-polar, have an anxiety disorder, and deal with depression. The way you describe your dad is so close to describing me. Seeing it in print lets me know that I need more help than I am getting. All they seem to be doing is medicating me. I still have the debt, the highs, and lows and I want to be better. Thank you for opening my eyes.

  54. Keeping it Simple! · June 14, 2013

    Beautifully written! You shared such a wonderful relationship with your Papa. Wish he’d tried medication!

  55. travelsofayorkshiregirl · June 14, 2013

    I find your post incredibly brave, throroughly fascinating and highly relatable, a very sensetive approach to such a topic.

  56. Survive Reality · June 14, 2013

    What a poetic and emotional post. I am very sorry to hear about the loss of your father, you must be an incredibly strong person to be able to rise above the loss and remember all of the good times. I am currently dating a man who is bi-polar. He was an alcoholic for a long time (4 years sober this July), was a party to various criminal activities, and attempted suicide. This was all before I met him, but he has confided in me about his past. This disease is a new part of life for me, never having experienced it before. For the most part he is a wonderful, caring, giving person. Sometimes he can be very dark, manipulative, and cruel. Your post helped me to understand the disease a little bit more. Thank you.

    -SR
    Survive Reality, Live the Dream

  57. Megan · June 14, 2013

    This is such a candid blog post, I really appreciate how honest and heartfelt this on such a sensitive subject. It really touched me, thank you so much for sharing this with us all!

  58. completelyunhingedandhappy · June 15, 2013

    Thank you so much for your post, truly touching. My dad is bipolar with schizoaffective disorder, and it has been quite the ride. I myself suffer from major depression and anxiety, and on two occasions have attempted suicide. It takes a lot to move on, and having inspirational people like Mr. Fry who live with mental illness and succeed help the rest of us know there is hope for us. Thank you again, and my heart goes out to you for your loss.

  59. redgoldenchild · June 15, 2013

    I think society is designed to give us all mental health problems! There is a lack of support for mental health and too much support for pysical health. Western culture is wrong for this! Ancient civilizations understood the power of the mind before colonialism and plunder! Some people have stronger links to their emotions than others!

  60. sunnydelay · June 16, 2013

    Thank you for the sensitivity and honesty. I have a bipolar schizophrenic brother who attempted suicide years ago, and is living one day at a time now. I just wrote about it in my post “when love hurts”. It’s providential to have come across your post, just when I was thinking about the experience of loving someone who is bipolar. It’s a great comfort to find others who have had similar experiences, and have the courage to share the story. Yours is beautiful and bittersweet.

  61. reddog766 · June 16, 2013

    Those who have left through the side window have rarely been confronted by the desire just once and there are no guarantees that the those of us who have already survived will not embrace the hoped for (promised?) relief next time…it takes takes great courage to go on, greater than most can know…sometimes the BlackDog just turns up when we’ve run out of courage. Bless you for holding your Father’s memory so fondly, this too takes enormous courage Sadie. May your beautiful recollections further your healing. Respect, REDdog

  62. Lynette d'Arty-Cross · June 16, 2013

    A beautifully written tribute.

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  64. phoebeinthesky · June 19, 2013

    Reblogged this on phoebeinthesky.

  65. himaintenancemom · June 20, 2013

    I have recently been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder. In a way it was a relief to final have an answer to what was wrong with me. When I saw the movie, The Silver Lining Playbook, I started to hyperventilate and then cry, I realized watching that movie that I really had this terrible disease. But the good thing is I starting getting help. This disease is a terrible thing to live with but through talk therapy and medication I am getting better. My hope is that the stigma of mental illness with lessen with time and more people will be comfortable with getting the help they need.

    I was very sorry to hear about your father. I hope your good memories of him comfort you when you are missing him.

  66. Jesus Salas · June 21, 2013

    Beautiful open and real. Thanks for this.

  67. samzjewelz · June 22, 2013

    Thank you for your blog – reading this reminds me so very much of my dad who also had bi-polar. How you describe your dad is also how I could describe mine, as in he could be a cheeky/charming, or also a person that some would fear (certainly when he was in his ‘violent phase’, for people that dont undertand bi-polar, or knew that he had it). Also like you, there is no anger, just a lot of love and sady, regrets too.
    This has also inspired me to want to write a blog about my dad too…….I think there is so much people dont understand about bi-polar – until you know or love someone with it of course. I wish there was more awareness about it…..but people like Stephen Fry do also help prove that just because someone has a mental illness, does not mean they cant be a loveable/likeable person, which is only a good thing. Thank you again for your blog………

  68. aerobabe619 · June 23, 2013

    Beautiful,i cannot express how much i admire your courage,i have true respect for you.Blessings

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  70. Donna Levine Tobey · June 23, 2013

    Well done on your article, not all bilpolars are suicial and a couple of people I know that are fortunate enough to be bipolar are the most beautiful people in the world. As you get older, in a lot of cases, and maintain the same professional doctor for theoropy, and really understand this illness, you may not even require medicine any longer. People with bipolar disorder are the most caring, giving people I know. If you are bipolar, find a doctor that comes highly recommended. Learn all you can, and never be ashamed. Bipolar s are also the most creative and talented people you can find.

  71. Birdie in Beijing · June 24, 2013

    Nice.
    Thanks.

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  74. tangledrainbowitch · June 26, 2013

    Reblogged this on Neverassumes Blog.

  75. laurennoir · June 27, 2013

    This is beyond beautiful. I am in love with the fact that Sephen Fry has brought out so many reactions in people, even though they can be as painful as this. But the sensitivity and strength in this is just incredible. So honest.

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  77. REDdog · July 4, 2013

    Hi Sadie, I know asking permission after the fact is a bit rude but I thought you’d landed on something really important and relevent so I went ahead and decided to ‘press’ this piece on my blog. Thanks again for your beautiful insight on your Dad. Love yer work REDdog

  78. Gabby Norman · July 5, 2013

    Such beautiful open honest thoughts…Thanks for sharing your heart Sadie….I don’t think Stephen would’ve been disappointed at all….. 🙂 I find myself pondering the flood of emotion had you hugged him that day xoxoxoxoxoxox

  79. TheArkenstone · July 6, 2013

    My step-son is a bi-polar. His father started by trying to find blame in everything that he did wrong in raising him, or maybe he “got it” because he did drugs…Like he could buy it at the local store. He does well for himself with some new medicine, a job and lots of understanding. It took my husband researching it to fully understand our son’s struggles and me being diagnosed with MS another brain disorder. Unfortunately our son’s biological mother cannot accept his illness and blames it on the divorce.
    I loved your essay, I shared it with my husband. All he could say was Wow. Thank you for giving us the honor of sharing a part of your life. xoxoxoxox

  80. davisbrotherlylove · July 7, 2013

    Reblogged this on Brotherly Love and commented:
    A very touching account of bi-polar disorder.

  81. Big Ganga Photography · July 7, 2013

    I’m so moved, yet can barely move.I feel compelled to comment. Yet, I have nothing verbal to say.
    I’m going to go outside now, with my camera.

  82. dhavie96 · July 23, 2013

    Touching and beautifully written. Your Dad would be so proud.

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  84. russelljeff10 · August 21, 2013

    Reblogged this on A Brand New Life and commented:
    Here I present a wonderfully written account of a young woman whose father had Bipolar disease.

  85. russelljeff10 · August 21, 2013

    I am in awe of your writing abilities. I am also Bipolar and can still hardly put two complete paragraphs together for a blog post. I have been very stable for a couple of years. I thank you for allowing a re-blog to my pages. Best of all to you and carry on writing.

    • sadiehasler · August 23, 2013

      Thank you so much! That means a lot. Sending you all best wishes & support. 🙂

  86. seeing how many have read your blog…amazing isn’t it…a most troubling disease…My son suffers from it…and I do mean “suffers”… at least as you say…that was the diagnosis!…But, we standing near are suffering too…some days so hard to bear!…but, we do!…for their sake …Thanks for the read and thanks for letting me spout…I needed to!

  87. jennifererlys · June 16, 2014

    so many comments on here capture it better than I could. I second it all.

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