My sister and brother came to visit me again last night.
It was because I didn’t keep my promise to take the prescribed amount of medication.
I didn’t tell them the exact dosage when we talked last time.
I wanted to take less medicine, so I skipped one pill.
Reducing my medication is an important issue for me, even to the point of breaking my promise.
My sister said that breaking my promise is also a symptom of mania.
She said that I should be hospitalized because I can’t keep my promises on my own.
She said that if I don’t voluntarily admit myself, she will have me forcibly admitted.
We talked about the same thing for a long time.
I tried not to talk too much because the more I talked, the more they thought I was manic.
I really didn’t want to be hospitalized, so I kept saying no,
But I hated the idea of being forced in even more, so I eventually decided to admit myself.
I hated it at first, but when I woke up this morning, I thought it might be okay.
I’m thinking of writing while I’m there.
It’s a short story about my father.
I’m excited to try something new, so I took my medicine but I’m not sleepy.
Seeing me like this, those around me say that my mania is worsening and the medication might not be as effective anymore.
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