I thought everything was over when I turned thirteen. Boy was I wrong. Wrong in so many ways.
I then had my best friend, Natalie, even telling me she thought I was bipolar. I thought I was too. I didn't like to admit it though.
I kept cutting. Thankfully it wasn't as deep as it used to be. I started seeing a therapist that was stationed at my school. I told her about all of the traumatic experiences. This was my normal. She told me that none of my life was normal.
We talked once a week for months on end. She then made me take tests to see if I was bipolar. All of the tests said manic bipolar disorder. Oh boy was this frightening.
Her and my mother talked for about a week about if I should see a psychiatrist. They agreed I should. I'm now diagnosed with depression, anxiety, OCD, and manic bipolar disorder. He gave me medication which I will say has made a huge improvement on my life.
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This Little Girl
Short StoryA little girl by the name of Samantha, didn't grow up with an average life. She thought all of her life that all this was normal. Boy was she in for a treat. This life that this little girl was living in would soon all crumble to the ground. Yet wit...
