Mental Eyes

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Elizabeth Cher can see things others can't. She can see Mental Illnesses, as human. Clinging to their owners, she even has her own, but she can't stop them. No matter how much she wants to.

Submitted: August 27, 2018

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~Prologue ~

My name is Elizabeth Cher. I am 21 (old enough to drink, finally.), I work as a Storyboard Artist, I live in New York, and I have Bipolar Disorder. Type 2, A type of bipolar disorder characterized by depressive and hypomanic episodes. Or, Deprime and Manie.

“Elizabeth, how are you today?” Deprime, is a young man. He has slicked back black hair, with black fish eyes. He’s constantly wearing a suit. Handsome, but so is the devil. He’s constantly clinging to me, kissing me so I don’t forget him. He made me leave the one I loved most, because the one I loved most, didn’t love me as much as Deprime did.

Manie isn’t here today, sometimes she is, sometimes she isn’t. Manie pushes Deprime away, she takes my hand and lets me feel free for maybe a couple days, I always hope weeks. Manie, is hyper. She’s always jumping around with her curly blonde hair. It complements her darker skin. The one downside, I can see her dark circles under her blue eyes. When Manie is around I get dark circles, I always wear the same yellow sundress. Manie wants us to match. I have no money when she is here. My friends prefer Manie, I don’t know who I prefer.

No one else can see Deprime or Manie, but no one else can see Dio, Ansi, Freni, the cousins Xia and Mia, and I’ve never seen the same version, but Diddy is one of rarest. No one can. See Suicide, Anxiety, Schizophrenia, Anorexia, Bulimia, or Dissociative Identity Disorder. I can, but I can’t do anything about it. I can’t help them, it’s as if I’m seeing my friends in an abusive relationship, but they won’t listen to my words. I can’t help. The people around them can’t see how much everyone is suffering. It hurts, Deprime, loves seeing me hurt. When I’m hurt he can do what he pleases, he comforts me, he makes me feel happy. At least, I think, that is what happiness is.


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