“How do you feel your moods are doing, Anabel?” The psychiatrist looks at me thoughtfully.
“Like a roller coaster,” I admit. “It’s like, sometimes, I get really sad, or depressed, and then other times, it’s like I’m on top of the world!”
“Why did your mom bring you to the hospital?”
“I guess…she couldn’t handle me anymore.”
“Couldn’t handle you?”
“Yeah…like, even just this morning.”
It started out normally. I got ready for school, Mom was feeding baby Hana. I don’t know what set me off, but all the sudden I was screaming, and throwing things. Mom cringed as cuss words streamed out of my mouth and cereal was flung all over. A spoon hit Hana and she started to cry. “This is it,” Mom’s voice was tight. “You need help.”
“I’m going to put you on some Remeron, Anabel.”
“Some what-a-huh?”
“It’s a mood stabilizer. Right now it’s just a guess, but I think you may have bipolar disorder.”
Other kids might freak when they hear this. But me, I’m excited. Because knowing is the first step to being cured.
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In the Psychiatric Unit -- Anabel
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