January 2, 2018
It was December 27th when my parents found the hole I had created in my closet. And it was December 28th when I found out I had Bipolar Disorder. Bipolar Disorder is basically this illness that causes someone to go through both manic and depressive states. So in order for me to calm down but not want to voluntarily die, I have to take mood stabilizer medicine and talk with a therapist. I'm pretty relieved that my parents brought me to the doctor because now I can take steps to becoming a better son and brother. And on top of that, my Dad got to learn that I wasn't just an attention whore. Which is a win-win in my head. This is going to be my last journal entry in this notebook. I decided a new me needed a new journal.
Yours Truly: Conure Richardson
YOU ARE READING
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.
