I laid in bed and let noise of silence engulf me and my sad thoughts. If you didn't I had bipolar 2. Bipolar 2 is a type of bipolar disorder characterized by depressive and hypomanic episodes and I was in the middle of a depressive episode. All I wanted to do was allay in bed. "Y/n come on get up!" My older brother, Ian, yelled. He knew what I had but just didn't understand. This was his 24th try to get me out of bed. "Leave me alone." I mumbled back. "Okay fine I'm calling Billie!" He said as he walked away. Billie was my girlfriend and she knew about this too.
A few minutes later Billie showed up. "Hey mamas." She said in a sweet voice. "hi." I mumbled.
"Have you gotten out of bed?"
"No"
"Have you showered?"
"No"
"Have you eaten?"
"No"
"Okay do you wanna get out of bed and eat something?" She asked as she went to the side of the bed I was facing and crouched down. I shook my head. "Are you okay?" She asked. That question. That question right there made me cry. "I'm so tired." I said barely above a whisper. "It's okay" Billie repeated as she held me.
After I was done crying she laid in bed with me and watched movies.
