Shortly after my mother passed from the depressive side of bipolar, I knew I had to tell her story.
This has been a story over 5 years in the making.
She’d always wanted to share her experience with others as a way of helping people understand the realities of bipolar.
She journaled regularly. We talked about it often.
But sadly she wasn’t able to tell that story before she passed. As her son and the filmmaker in the family, I’ve always felt a strong responsibility to bring her story to life.
Not so much for her, or for me, but for the countless others who are suffering in silence.
Here’s a mini-documentary on the experience of bringing I Am Dust to life.
If you’re moved, it would mean the world to me if you’d consider sharing the film with somebody who might also be moved by it.