just talk to you tomorrow. Or, you could call me tonight. If you want. Um, bye.”
He called. She bit her bottom lip, grinning, not able to disguise her rambling thoughts of her new friend.
Trying to ignore the distraction, she began pulling books off the shelf about bipolar disorder, depression, Multiple Personality Disorders, mental and physical abuse as a child, low self-esteem (that one was for her), and ADHD.
She had a huge stack of books on her desk, but she decided to familiarize herself with the definitions of each subject so that she wouldn’t get them confused. She turned to the internet. First, she typed in a search of his name. The only results she found were a few old social media profiles and a high school alumni site. Well, I probably won’t find much, considering his real last name isn’t Anders. I think he said a foster family adopted him.
After about an hour’s worth of browsing and remembering the bookshelf in Jesse’s house, she found a medical website she wanted to dig into a little deeper.
Bipolar disorder is a condition in which people go back and forth between periods of a very good or irritable mood and depression. The “mood swings” between mania and depression can be very quick.
The exact causes of bipolar disorder are unknown as it affects both men and women equally. Symptoms usually manifest between the ages of 15-25 and is likely to occur more often in relatives of people with bipolar disorder.
Episodes may be triggered by life changes such as childbirth, steroids or antidepressants, periods of sleeplessness and recreational drug use.
The manic phase may last from days to months. It can include symptoms such as: easily distracted, little need for sleep, poor judgment, poor temper control, reckless behavior, elevated mood, excess activity and racing thoughts.
*
Hours passed as Charlie wrapped herself up in his world. The more she read, the more she could feel the crease between her eyes beco me permanent, and her hands began to shake. Realizing she hadn’t eaten since breakfast, she checked out a few select books on bipolar disorder and packed up for the day. It was now six o’clock in the evening.
“I gotta get food,” she thought out loud.
Charlie didn’t want fast food, so she drove to The Crimson. It was only five minutes farther, and she wanted something a little healthier than her mom’s pot roast. It was after the dinner rush but too early for the regular drunks. There would probably be a seat available in the bar.
She plopped down into a booth and placed her order with Angie. “Stir-fry Chicken Salad – dressing on the side – and water, please.”
“Sure thing! Oh, are you sticking around tonight?” Angie asked.
“No. I’m just going to eat and go home. I want to exercise and I need to sleep. I’m exhausted. My eyes hurt,” Charlie said while rubbing her face and running her hands through her hair. “Why?”
“Oh, I was just going to see if you wanted to go see a movie, but I don’t even know what’s playing,” Angie said.
“Yeah, maybe another time. In fact, let’s plan for a Sunday matinee? I’ll see what’s playing and pick something fun.” Charlie spoke but was feeling queasy from exhaustion and forgetting to eat.
“Hey Foxy!” Jesse came out of nowhere and sat down on the seat next to her.
“Jesus! You gotta stop doing that!”
“That’s my cue. We’ll chat later about Sunday, Char.” Angie directed her words towards Charlie and refused to look at Jess. She turned and walked back towards the bar.
“I don’t think she likes me very much.” Jesse’s words slurred and Charlie knew.
“How much have you had to drink tonight?” she scolded.
He didn’t comment on her accusation and changed the subject.
“Hey, do you think Christy would fuck me? She turns eighteen in a couple of weeks…” He threw himself back into the seat, staring at Christy and biting his bottom lip. Charlie looked behind her at Christy’s petite
He called. She bit her bottom lip, grinning, not able to disguise her rambling thoughts of her new friend.
Trying to ignore the distraction, she began pulling books off the shelf about bipolar disorder, depression, Multiple Personality Disorders, mental and physical abuse as a child, low self-esteem (that one was for her), and ADHD.
She had a huge stack of books on her desk, but she decided to familiarize herself with the definitions of each subject so that she wouldn’t get them confused. She turned to the internet. First, she typed in a search of his name. The only results she found were a few old social media profiles and a high school alumni site. Well, I probably won’t find much, considering his real last name isn’t Anders. I think he said a foster family adopted him.
After about an hour’s worth of browsing and remembering the bookshelf in Jesse’s house, she found a medical website she wanted to dig into a little deeper.
Bipolar disorder is a condition in which people go back and forth between periods of a very good or irritable mood and depression. The “mood swings” between mania and depression can be very quick.
The exact causes of bipolar disorder are unknown as it affects both men and women equally. Symptoms usually manifest between the ages of 15-25 and is likely to occur more often in relatives of people with bipolar disorder.
Episodes may be triggered by life changes such as childbirth, steroids or antidepressants, periods of sleeplessness and recreational drug use.
The manic phase may last from days to months. It can include symptoms such as: easily distracted, little need for sleep, poor judgment, poor temper control, reckless behavior, elevated mood, excess activity and racing thoughts.
*
Hours passed as Charlie wrapped herself up in his world. The more she read, the more she could feel the crease between her eyes beco me permanent, and her hands began to shake. Realizing she hadn’t eaten since breakfast, she checked out a few select books on bipolar disorder and packed up for the day. It was now six o’clock in the evening.
“I gotta get food,” she thought out loud.
Charlie didn’t want fast food, so she drove to The Crimson. It was only five minutes farther, and she wanted something a little healthier than her mom’s pot roast. It was after the dinner rush but too early for the regular drunks. There would probably be a seat available in the bar.
She plopped down into a booth and placed her order with Angie. “Stir-fry Chicken Salad – dressing on the side – and water, please.”
“Sure thing! Oh, are you sticking around tonight?” Angie asked.
“No. I’m just going to eat and go home. I want to exercise and I need to sleep. I’m exhausted. My eyes hurt,” Charlie said while rubbing her face and running her hands through her hair. “Why?”
“Oh, I was just going to see if you wanted to go see a movie, but I don’t even know what’s playing,” Angie said.
“Yeah, maybe another time. In fact, let’s plan for a Sunday matinee? I’ll see what’s playing and pick something fun.” Charlie spoke but was feeling queasy from exhaustion and forgetting to eat.
“Hey Foxy!” Jesse came out of nowhere and sat down on the seat next to her.
“Jesus! You gotta stop doing that!”
“That’s my cue. We’ll chat later about Sunday, Char.” Angie directed her words towards Charlie and refused to look at Jess. She turned and walked back towards the bar.
“I don’t think she likes me very much.” Jesse’s words slurred and Charlie knew.
“How much have you had to drink tonight?” she scolded.
He didn’t comment on her accusation and changed the subject.
“Hey, do you think Christy would fuck me? She turns eighteen in a couple of weeks…” He threw himself back into the seat, staring at Christy and biting his bottom lip. Charlie looked behind her at Christy’s petite
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