Sarah sits in the white cozy chair, staring at the intricate designs of her therapist’s oriental carpet. “Sarah, what would you like to have happen today?” asks Dr. Chamberlain. A thousand thoughts rush past her mind. She wants to spit them all out because they shriek like witches haunting her every second. But she doesn’t utter a single letter. Dr. Chamberlain speaks again, “Sarah, during our last appointment, you were feeling amazing. What happened during this past week?” “I’m supposed to go up and down, aren’t I? I’m sick remember. You know that. I am Bipolar!” she yells.
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