Relief • (Sixx:A.M)
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Desperate to find relief from the intense highs and lows of his bipolar disorder, and be able to function on tour, James figures out a solution that seems to work wonders.
It's doesn't take long until things begin to spiral out of control, which lead to Nikki and DJ realizing that something is seriously wrong.
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TW: This is an EATING DISORDER story ... if that triggers you, DON'T READ THIS!! I care about your well being !
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If you are comfortable reading it, go right ahead!!! I always say if any one has any questions about eating disorders please ask! As someone who has been through it myself, i am always willing to educate and raise more awareness! :)
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