Bipolar Fiction Books Novels & Stories

he says as he walks away from me making my jaw drop in shock as my forehead and eyebrow knits into a frown. “Hope I have not gone ahead to get myself entangled with a man that has a chronic mood disorder just because I was trying to disentangle my friend from the arranged marriage that she was about to be forced into,” I pause to ask myself because how can be someone that was so mean to me earlier over us sharing a room suddenly become nice and offer to drop me off at my best friends house for me to pick up my stuffs. If Brian doesn’t have bipolar disorder, then What exactly is Brian trying to prove by keeping me close to him when I am trying to stay as far away as I possibly can?

“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.

The downtown bookstore smelled like old paper and amber wood polish. Soft classical music floated through the aisles, barely louder than a whisper. Clara always came on Thursdays-the quietest day of the week-and she always headed for the poetry section first. Today, someone else was already there. She noticed him the moment she turned the corner: tall, dark-haired with streaks of silver at his temples, black wool coat draped perfectly across broad shoulders. He stood in front of the Spanish poetry shelf, his long fingers brushing the spine of Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.She hesitated.

"And what has that got to do with our discussion now?" "You just suddenly reminded me of the main character, sir. I mean to say you look just like him." "And how's that even possible?" "You're everything I pictured the main character would be, sir." "Is that so?" I didn't know if he was beginning to believe the ridiculous lie I was telling or if he was just playing along because he had a perfect poker face. "Tell me more about this book." "The title is actually My Bipolar Demeanour Billionaire." "Really?"

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

Especially you, Sarah, I think that you are his biggest regret. He is bipolar. From what I know, his manic episodes usually start around 11 PM and usually involve sexual frustration and reminiscing of the past. The curious part is, what we read in the book that he wrote is what exactly takes place included the actual sex part. I am not saying that all the things that I said are the correct facts. These are results from my previous observation of him. But now, based on what you told me, he did not go back to his usual self. He got trapped.

Bella's eyes filled with tears thinking about the past. She cleared her throat and started to tell Nicholas about her past. She was about to continue when Nicholas pulled her towards him to sit on his lap to give her strength to let out everything she had been cooping up. Bella sighed and made herself comfortable on Nicholas' lap as he kept on smelling her shampoo and pecking her. Bella started again, "The results were devastating because I was only twenty two with three children with a very sick husband. The results said he was suffering from schizophrenia and a mild case of bipolar disorder. It was really hard, George started to feel bad towards me at the beginning but the bipolar and schi

“What story? I write?” Elias nods and pulls out his phone to show me some pictures. “Yeah. You’re an author. You draw your own novel arts too. The story was about a tyrant’s captive bride. Dark romance stuff. You never finished it though. I found the book in your backpack.” The psychiatrist thinks your brain was living in the story while you were out. Mixing the accident trauma with the plot you were working on. That’s why it felt so real.”

Satisfied that romance was no longer forcing itself into the focus, I could work on the plot points of each book. My MC is a smart ass mom (like me) with a mental illness (like me, specifically we both have a dissociative disorder,) and my villain is a smart ass femme fatale who knows how to get around her obstacles and NOT talk about her schemes. This book will hopefully represent mental illness in a way that those without can understand. We aren't dangerous or crazy, just mentally worn down past the point of being able to handle it much more. Thanks for listening to my blabber, now, to the show!

My eyes widened in shock when I saw what it was. It was a medical record. And it wasn't just anyone's medical record. It was mine! I opened the folder and read the first page. "Emilia Quill. Female. 19 years old. The patient is diagnosed with bipolar disorder with intermittent manic episodes. When an episode occurs, the patient will lose control of her actions and have no recollection of what happened during the episode." On the next page was a record of incidents from when I was experiencing an episode, but I recognized none of them. Evidence for every incident was even attached, proving that I had done those things.