November 12, 2017
In has been two days since I felt Alive. I'm still not able to sleep, but I lay in bed and pretend to sleep anyway to avoid confrontation with my family. Yesterday when I got up to pee, my Mom stopped me and was asking me how I felt and stuff. I cried, but I don't really remember why. She kept trying to ask why I was upset. I think my Mom is beginning to get worried about me. She says that she doesn't understand why I go from extremely happy and confident one week and then sad and quiet the next. I don't really understand myself. At times like these it is very tempting for me to drown myself in a lake like Ophelia, or get stabbed with a fencing sword dipped in poison. Maybe my Dad is right, maybe I do like the attention. That's really the only thing stopping me from taking my life right now. I'm not going to let my Dad be right.
Written by: Conure Richardson
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Bipolar
Short StoryFor my Psychology 101 Class I wrote four days in the life of a teenager struggling with Bipolar 1 Disorder. This is that paper.
