Highs and Lows

All went up in flames

Turns out that girl.. yeah well she decided to abuse it again meaning the drug. The grass. The stoner drug that almost everyone likes to use. Whatever you would like to call it. That didn't end well because then for the first time, she realised that that was the first mistake she made. The second was obvious to you now. She didn't admit it to herself, never acknowledged it's presence around her every day. She just kept saying to herself, "Oh I just have anxiety". Each day she yelled this to herself, burying the dark truth inside of her very soul. It wasn't going to end well for her. One day she felt it. She knew it was happening again. "Mum I'm sick", she whispered one night to her mother as she laid in her lap. Her mother stroked her hair and replied with, "I know". She felt it grip onto her with it's icy cold fingers. It didn't let go. She was aware now and that was the worst bit. She now knew what she could never face before. Functioning was never easy when it happened to her, her emotions were everywhere and anywhere. She didn't dare to go back to school. What if she did something else embarrassing? No way was that happening again. It all started with sleepless nights, difficulty falling into dream world and when she felt it wrap itself around her she felt relief. Thank goodness I've gotten to sleep, she thought. She battled it as each day came and dreaded the moon that rose. As sleep seemed a far away fantasy for her, she didn't get better. Her high left her feeling on top of the actual world, peering down at all of her wildest dreams because they felt as thought they were coming true. "It doesn't seem like she's listening to me", My mother whined, letting out a loud sigh. Was that real or fake? she didn't know the difference between reality and her world. She giggled to herself and talked to herself a lot about the things she felt were happening to her. Because yeah sure celebrities were visiting her and her crush was coming to see her any second now. In fact he was right there, watching her but not in a creepy way, just looking after her. She heard voices all night and day long. They came and went as they pleased in her head but she couldn't release herself from the illness. The illness called bipolar. No matter what the doctors did, even prescribing the highest dosage of medication and another kind of medication she couldn't hide away from this, not this time.

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Hello to anyone who is reading this. I hope you are enjoying this deep random thing I am writing. I don't know what it's really meant to be but yes it's different but I hope it will make people more aware of the mental illnesses that are out there and that they are very serious.