When I was "leveled" on my medication, I drove two hours to the house of the man who drove me crazy. I saw my little girl. She ran calling "Mommy" We sat in the early sun We sat on a blanket I blew bubbles and she would say "bubbles" and run to smash them with her little hands Like her little world.
Reason for writing:
This is about the horrors of being labeled "manic depressive".
I made the mistake of telling my fiance' that I was bi-polar
just before a man diagnosed with the same mental disease
gunned down people in a Church. From then..I was ever under
suspicion, no matter how good a mother others said I was.
He kept saying I was "crazy" and after a while I was.
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