The first question that I had was how I even got to the hospital, as I had absolutely no memory of getting there. It was as if I had teleported there from 1931.
Why am I here? Did I have another seizure or what?
I heard muffled talking, which I quickly realized was a doctor talking to my mother. I leaned towards the closest wall to hear what they were saying better. I could make out about half of what they spoke.
“Perhaps he’s an (?) bipolar,” a doctor said in a muffled tone to my mom somewhere in the corner.
What is he talking about…? I’m not bipolar, you moron!
I know this is off-topic, but I once drew my mental illness. I don’t know what it is, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I have BPD. Here is my rendition of it.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/mH8SGk9gWa3RUSQQ6
“He seemed fine
