Confessions of a Bipolar MindI have never spoken of these things to anyone. In fragments, perhaps. But never in full detail and never with such clarity. Lying in bed tonight with soft brown naps falling into sad brown eyes, I clutched my head, and I realized for the first time that it was time I spoke of these things. Speaking out about it is the only way I'll move on.Confessions of a Bipolar Mind4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In truth? I haven't thought of Christine or dwelled on the enigma of her cruelty for an entire year. It was a year ago that I had the misfortune of meeting her, and after the brief but jarring encounter, I did my damndest to wipe her and her utter lack of human feeling from my mind. But my yearly assessment at the clinic Friday led me to speak of her again for the first time in a year, and for the first time in a year, my heart burned with anger and despair as I thought of those wretched seven days that I was the willing victim of her abuse.
Perhaps the saddest thing of all is that I could not avoid her. I hadn't a choice but to befriend her in the