Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 9:47:05 GMT -6
Sarah sat next to her identical twin, Anna. The doctor's voice seemed far away to Sarah, but she already knew what he was saying to Anna. Anna's response was typically dramatic as she stared in shock at Sarah, then the doctor. "So she's a freak!", Anna said.
"Anna Marie!", the twin's mother Caroline reprimanded.
Those words felt like a slap in the face. But Sarah held her feelings behind a facade of indifference. She was different, sure. But a freak? Depression wasn't something she could help, it wasn't something you could turn off. She missed her manic states, where she could fully throw all her energy into whatever creative venture she desired. If she felt like painted, she painted. If she felt like drawing, she drew. If she felt like music, she played the piano. With all her heart and soul.
Anna didn't understand. To her the world was a wonderful place to explore and visit. When tough times came upon her, they just rolled off her back like water. It seemed so easy for her. But for her twin, Sarah found she was socially awkward. She was emotional, felt things too deeply, and was prone to deep thinking and analyzing. Her bipolar condition made her not only emotionally volatile (prone to outburst) but torn into what felt like two different people. A light side and a dark side. She felt like an alien, with proof before her, how human she was. Anna, her twin was still being "educated" about the disease by the doctor.
Nope. She was human. The drugs are what scared her the most. To go from being on no drugs to four, was a big leap. They were also drugs that had some rather serious side effects to watch out for. Sarah glanced back at her mother, who sat in an extra chair in the corner of the doctor's office. Caroline smiled at her daughter reassuringly, and told her everything was going to be okay.
After leaving the doctors, Caroline took her daughters to lunch. They were opposites in every way except looks. Anna wore bright stylish clothes, while Sarah opted for more practical if not ambiguous clothing. "So - all you crazy mad painting for days on end with hardly any sleep - was you in a manic state?", Anna asked her sister.
"Yeah. The drugs are suppose to help that not to ever happen again. It puts me on a schedule and helps my mood stabalize."
"Well you are pretty weird," Anna told Sarah, "But you make some amazing art out of your weird."
"I hope I don't loose me with these drugs. What if I can't draw anymore, or it messes up my creative thinking?" Sarah worried.
"Then you talk to your doctor and we will try different medicine. This is to help your depression and mania - it won't change what you like and what you can do and have to offer.", Caroline assured her daughter.
Sarah nodded brushing away at tears. Anna rolled her eyes, beyond use to Sarah's incessant crying. She hoped the medicine would help stabilize her moods soon. Unfortunately, she was soon to learn, it could take months before the right combination of medicine and dosage is reached. Months!
"Anna Marie!", the twin's mother Caroline reprimanded.
Those words felt like a slap in the face. But Sarah held her feelings behind a facade of indifference. She was different, sure. But a freak? Depression wasn't something she could help, it wasn't something you could turn off. She missed her manic states, where she could fully throw all her energy into whatever creative venture she desired. If she felt like painted, she painted. If she felt like drawing, she drew. If she felt like music, she played the piano. With all her heart and soul.
Anna didn't understand. To her the world was a wonderful place to explore and visit. When tough times came upon her, they just rolled off her back like water. It seemed so easy for her. But for her twin, Sarah found she was socially awkward. She was emotional, felt things too deeply, and was prone to deep thinking and analyzing. Her bipolar condition made her not only emotionally volatile (prone to outburst) but torn into what felt like two different people. A light side and a dark side. She felt like an alien, with proof before her, how human she was. Anna, her twin was still being "educated" about the disease by the doctor.
Nope. She was human. The drugs are what scared her the most. To go from being on no drugs to four, was a big leap. They were also drugs that had some rather serious side effects to watch out for. Sarah glanced back at her mother, who sat in an extra chair in the corner of the doctor's office. Caroline smiled at her daughter reassuringly, and told her everything was going to be okay.
After leaving the doctors, Caroline took her daughters to lunch. They were opposites in every way except looks. Anna wore bright stylish clothes, while Sarah opted for more practical if not ambiguous clothing. "So - all you crazy mad painting for days on end with hardly any sleep - was you in a manic state?", Anna asked her sister.
"Yeah. The drugs are suppose to help that not to ever happen again. It puts me on a schedule and helps my mood stabalize."
"Well you are pretty weird," Anna told Sarah, "But you make some amazing art out of your weird."
"I hope I don't loose me with these drugs. What if I can't draw anymore, or it messes up my creative thinking?" Sarah worried.
"Then you talk to your doctor and we will try different medicine. This is to help your depression and mania - it won't change what you like and what you can do and have to offer.", Caroline assured her daughter.
Sarah nodded brushing away at tears. Anna rolled her eyes, beyond use to Sarah's incessant crying. She hoped the medicine would help stabilize her moods soon. Unfortunately, she was soon to learn, it could take months before the right combination of medicine and dosage is reached. Months!