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I asked him, and he looked at his wife. "They say they will discharge us tomorrow, but I am not allowed to leave her by herself. She is suffering from bipolar 1 disorder," he said and sighed. "Her grandmother had it, but her mother was okay. I just didn't get it," he said more to himself than to me. I motioned him to sit down, and he did gently, still looking at his wife. Tia stood midway between us and the door, a bit confused about whether she should be in the room. Anyone would feel helpless in this situation because there was nothing we could do to improve it.

“I was the only one there, through thick and thin! I made sacrifices, so you can’t treat me this way! Dammit!” She rammed her knee into the long chair at the bar, driving her fingers through her mass of red curls. “Fuck,” I cussed under my breath, realizing that I might have let my rage interlock with my feral desire. “I’m sorry, bunny,” I mumbled, taking slow and tentative steps towards her. The truth was that Anna was bipolar. She hadn’t been diagnosed, but she had to be. That could be the only explanation for the psychotic tantrums she usually had on random occasions.

Not even when I’d dragged Noah out of this house like it was a fucking war zone. But now? Her voice was so quiet I had to lean in to hear. “I have bipolar disorder,” she said. “Manic-depressive. I had been diagnosed before I had Noah, actually right after I had his brother. I’d go through phases—highs so violent I’d redecorate the entire house in a day. Or disappear for hours and come back with a new car I didn’t remember buying. Then the lows hit. And those were worse. They were... bottomless. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I stopped speaking.”

“She didn’t know who she was. Where she was from. Nothing. But that wasn’t the only effect of the accident…” She hesitated, then added, “She developed bipolar disorder.” I felt my fingers twitch on the wheel. “She would have episodes,” Dr. Helen continued. “Sometimes she would be completely fine, lucid, in control of herself. Other times, her behavior would shift drastically. Paranoia, mood swings, impulsive decisions—” “So you’re saying she was mentally unstable?” I interrupted, my voice controlled but heavy. “She was ill,” Dr. Helen corrected. “And she needed treatment. But she refused to accept that anything was wrong with her. She convinced herself that she was perfectly normal.”

Yet, to Byron, it didn't seem right. When he got her talking about the other girls, to forget her nervousness and actually talk about them, she did so with such fondness, and love. He knew mental illness could make people do strange things that only made sense to them. He also knew the mentally ill were far more likely to be victims of a crime than perpetrators, contrary to what the media and millions of horror movies have taught us. Even in the cases where the sick person does awful things, it's rarely planned out, at least not to the degree that these deaths must have been. Hannibal Lector, while compelling, was not a real person. And Janice, though smart and charming when she wanted to be

I said. I have heard about bipolar victims, saw them in movies one time but I never understood such kind of mania. And now, I just found out that Peter allegedly has bipolar. I began forming a mental picture of what he must have gone through all this while. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I just met him and I was feeling sorry for him. I thought about Emjay. He never called nor texted and neither did I. "Osifa and I spoke today. " announced my mother. "Through mama Ajabo's phone? " I said. "Yea." she replied. "She's fine Fetty." added my mother. "I know." I said with a smile. "I am feeling sleepy. Goodnight Fetty. " she said then laid close to Tami and was soon snoring lightly. My

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."

So be prepared for one hell of a bumpy ride with more conflicts and characters! PS: Please be mindful of Kat's mental state and her Bipolar Disorder (a condition where one has extreme mood swings.. One second she would be happy, the next she could be furious, and the next she could be depressed) when you read her becoming indecisive and weak.. or even strong! Thank you so much! Please keep supporting.. and see you in the next chapter of Kat's and Damian's lives! (Please wait a while for the second part) ~ Love, Little Angelic Devil.

She would often hear voices and see things that weren't there, and it was heartbreaking to see her struggle to distinguish reality from her delusions. Then there was John, a former soldier who had been struggling with PTSD. He would often wake up in the middle of the night, screaming and crying, as he relived the traumatic events of his past. It was devastating to see him struggle to find peace and comfort, even in his own home. I also met Emily, a sweet and gentle soul who had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. She would often swing from extreme highs to extreme lows, and it was heartbreaking to see her struggle to find stability and balance in her life.

I read about her likes and dislikes which all seem like ordinary things. She has bipolar disorder. I stopped. My eyes widened when I read the last line. I immediately hurried into the room, shut the door behind me, and then placed a call to Miles. “What do you mean by that?” I asked immediately after he responded to the call. He sighed. “I figured it out and she also told me but my father never knew. It’s not something she wants to talk about,” “You want me to spend the next 3 days in the same house with someone who has bipolar?” I fired back.