Bipolar Ex Novels & Stories

“That explains why he can't be in a locked room,” Aria said and Chloe nodded in response. “When Mr. Ferrari came back and saw how Dalvin was doing, he took him to a different and advanced hospital and they diagnosed him with Bipolar disorder. His health started to get so bad that Mrs. Ferrari said he should be homeschooled, and they agreed. Mr. Ferrari went on a business trip again leaving Mrs. Ferrari and the kids alone.”

It was killing me. He stood up from the wooden study chair, wiping his forehead from sweats with the back of his hand. "What rumor? That I have bipolar disorder?" I crinkled my brows. "You know?" "It's true." He slammed. I was meant to be surprised, shocked but surprisingly, I didn't. Cruz was suffering from bipolar disorder and that justified his behavior in the recent days. Knowing my true identity one minute, calling my real name and the next minute, he forgets everything.

It took my dreams and left my life in pieces. It was like a shadow that clung to me every day. A companion that I have had for years now. I fell so hard and so fast that I had to be hospitalized for a week. Type one, rapid cycling with moods congruent psychosis, which apparently is a devastating and severe form of Bipolar Disorder. They told me that I had a mixed episode, which is dangerous. It has a tremendously high suicide risk, higher than a major depressive episode, which did explain a lot. Because when I decided to have a breakdown, I went all in.

Bi-polar, or what used to be known as manic depression. Manic depression sounded better to Lala’s ear. In her mind's eye, to suffer alternately from mania, and then depression, sounded more human. Like every-day fits of enthusiasm, or cases of the doldrums. It sounded benign. But bi-polar is, perhaps, more exactly what Lala was: intelligently intolerant, ironic, funny, sexually vivacious, and voracious on her good days, and a shaking, crying, numb minded, erratic, and sometimes murderous mess on her worst. There were times when these moods fluctuated in the space of minutes, or even seconds, and then the best bet for bystanders was to keep one's head down and call a doctor. When she was in c

Was that the reason for her hot and cold behavior? "Tell me what you think," she prodded. "I'll answer as best as I can." "I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it," I admitted. "This is not like bipolar disorder, is it?" "Bipolar disorder is characterized by a shift in activity levels or moods. Extreme low and highs. Depression or elation. While people diagnosed with bipolar may not have a splitting of personalities or problems with their identity, patients with DID may suffer from depression."

For now, let’s eat lunch. ********** ‘Subject # 12 – very likely > bipolar disorder > one night > for further observation.’ The days passed by quickly for me as I was enjoying writing my past. I also researched book writing and publishing as I wanted the thing to be a literary piece from a frustrated author like me. ‘Subject # 12 – has bipolar disorder > observation showed mild episodes > duration of manic reactions is only one night starting 11 PM. Reasons or triggers are yet to be determined. Today is the last day of my one-month therapy with Dr. Rose. As always, she’s already at the kitchen sipping coffee.

- Says downcast In addition to being crazy, I realized that she is bipolar. Wolf, crazy, without judgment and bipolar, what could go wrong in this coexistence? I don't refuse your offer, I'm going to take advantage of your goodwill, at least today. - Great, do you have a speaker? Let's do it in style - Rejoicing - No - Arg. Go by cell phone.

“Okay, what do you want to know about me?” “Really? I can ask anything?” Audrey asked excitedly, she really doesn't know anything about him when he knows things she doesn't even expect him to know about her. “Yeah, go on.” “Okay, why did you go to rehab?” “Hmm, I got traumatized over something and I got diagnosed of having Bipolar Disorder, they said I was crazy for seeing things I shouldn't see but I wasn't crazy, I could actually see it.” He explained and scoffed as he remembered how his childhood went.

He picked up my cloth and placed it on my lap before leaving me half naked and sexually frustrated on the kitchen cabinet for Christ's sake. Bipolar he is! Freaking Bipolar!

“I am not going to get afraid of you tonight. You are asking me to sleep early but instead of going to sleep, you are smoking and drinking. Don't you think you should learn before teaching?" Yohan Dixon threw the cigarette in the ashtray and bounced his eyebrows. The woman was taking an advantage of his absence. Shouldn't she think about the circumstances of talking back? “Woman, do you want to die?” His husky and heavy voice shuddered her and she realised that she should not trigger his anger. He has bipolar disorder which could be dangerous for her. She coughed to reduce the fear and regained her courage. He was not going to come early therefore he was going to forget what she had spoken.