Will anyone please start a fund for me for bipolar and schitzophrenia medication discovery because i am going to end up committing suicide if someone doesnt hurry up and find a med for me. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE i beg of you so much. Thank you. Please please please please please please please i know i dont have cancer but i swear this is horrible and i hate to have my life end in a sad story.
Plea...se help, all business men, all people who care, thanks.
I am hurting so bad you guys and my life is crap.
My psychologist said they will have a cure for me in 5 years but i cant wait that long. I need a cure asap. And the only way to get that is to get increased funding and focus on the discovery of a new or better meds.
I have been going through this for 12 years. I am now 23.
I have a novella that i wrote. it is a 80 page novella that i wish someone would help me edit and give me feedback on. It's called Just a Dream. And I worked really hard on it. I was hospitalized a few years ago and almost went to the hospital again recently. I have also went to group therapy for 6 weeks.
I have tried 7-10 meds in the past year. Two of which caused me to gain 60 lbs.
I will post this everyday or retype something new everyday to work and prove to people that i need HELP.Also I havent been on vacation in years..can people send money for that also?
Just A Dream: A Novella
PROLOGUE: Some people hold onto their crutch. Their crutch in life is a survival tool. Something or someone is their survival tool. Is mine God? They hold on to it for dear life. But there’s only so much you can gain from this life, and only so much you can take.
Hope looked out at her father sitting on the front porch, with his worn leathered, tan boots, his feet hanging off the cushioned, wooden porch swing. She watched as he kept getting up every 5 minutes to do a little bit more house work. She noticed, that whatever it was he had forgotten to do, he gained knowledge of and remembered to do shortly after he had sat down.
She putted around her almost tree house a few more moments. Straightening up this and that. Putting one of her doll’s in a spot where it wouldn’t be left alone; A spot where it could congregate. She had accidentally left it in the wooden toy chest for too long. And...well… now, she felt bad. She looked out the window, to beyond the creek. The creek was calm. Almost serene. It’d be okay there. She reassured herself.
Before she left she shifted her focus, she closed up the toy chest. She ran a hand over top of it before getting off her knees. The chest, one of her most prized possessions, was built especially for her. Dad had spent 5 weeks or so carving and engraving it even with her name; HOPE. He waved at her over dramatically. She rushed and felt excitement as soon as she saw it. She closed up her windows. All 4 of them. The door shut hard behind her. She climbed down the ladder and started off on her short journey. The run to the house scared her a bit. She guessed she had developed a sense of security in her four little walls. But, whatever the case, it meant a run across a field of grass. Then a run across the wooden bridge which covered the creek. Her mom had gotten on her dad many times for putting her tree house so far from the main house, saying things like
“I cant believe my girl has to go all the way over there to play outside.”
“You should do something about that, honey.” Hope’s mom would say to him. When her mom talked to him this way she didn’t yell. But Hope was smart enough to know that when her mom confronted her dad about anything in front of her, it was when her mom lost her cool. My shoes flopped as she ran on the length of green grass. A loud clamor rang, as she ran across the wooden bridge.
She got to the porch. Her and her father always played a fictional game, something they called, “What do you see on the horizon?” Hope would be sitting there with him, as the swing went back and forth. He’d ask her first, “Hope, what’s on the horizon today honey?” She would squirm, and say something like… “No, you go first daddy, I’m not sure yet.” Hope was really only making sure her idea wasn’t too dumb.
“Well baby, I see, a desert, 2 cacti, and 2 camels, ones on the right side, the other on its left.”
“I see them!”
About this time her mom came out from the house. She was carrying a basket of laundry packed full.
Hope watched as her mom walked out into the yard. Right past the place where she had envisioned a quite realistic scene just minutes before.
Her mom started hanging the laundry. She was often fascinated by this because she always seemed so peaceful when doing so.
“She better watch out for that giraffe huh baby?” About this time Hope was bursting out laughing.
A gentle breeze blew my bangs out of my face. After a few minutes mom walked back onto the porch. She saw me laughing.
“What are you laughing about Hope?” Mom asked. When she didn’t answer her mom spoke once again.
“Hope, you’re a mystery to me sometimes. You find humor in some of the oddest things. You lil oddball.” She sat down the empty basket and then stood by the door.
“Come into the kitchen with me Hope.” Her dad moved his head in a motion that suggested she go with her mom into the house.
“You girls go and have one of your heart to heart talks. I’ll be sitting here.” Her mom went ahead of her. As they walked into the kitchen her mom began busying herself over the stove.
“Mom, I need to ask you a question.” Hope said with seriousness. The seriousness was kind of cute coming from her.
“Why did dad build the tree house so far from the house?”
