Bi-Polar Chapter 2 (Birth of an Author - Polar)

I don’t remember
too much of my grammar school days. I was an outcast. I was picked on. Whatever
I did wasn’t good enough. I was always striving at perfection because I wanted
my parents to be proud of me.

I slowly sank
into depression. I never showed it. If you ask anyone: I was the
happiest-go-lucky kid. Deep down inside, I wanted to feel that way.

I remember lots
of therapy appointments. I