That "the Lord will not give us more than we can handle". This may be a simplified way of phrasing it, but that statement has helped me in times of duress. Other times, I've tested the limits of it. I was given almost more than I could bear when my father died and I then went into a deep depression. I think his death triggered the depression, I don't think it was the reason for it. I was in it for a long, long time. My house has not been clean since.
Now, I fear, that our family may have been given something that will sorely test that age old belief. I fear that my dear, precious granddaughter -- the one I have been so very worried about during her grief over the loss of her mother and the same one who is entering puberty -- is also showing signs of bi-polar disorder. Her mother was (or would the correct word be - had?) bi-polar and it was never treated correctly. I feel that it ultimately led to her death. If the reason for the most recent actions of my sweet granddaughter are indeed the first signs of bi-polar disorder, I don't know if I'll be able to handle this. I really don't know that I will.