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Bipolar Disorder: A Short Story

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They found him in the corner of his living room rocking back and forth and shaking his head frantically. “ Sir? What’s wrong?” asked officer Daniel, crouching down to the floor. “ I did this!” he said over and over again, crying in agony. “Did what sir?” asked the officer softly, not wanting to alarm him any further. Lincoln's eyes shot up to the officer's face, and shook his head again. “ I didn't do this. Did I do this? How could I have done this? I loved her. I loved her. I swear I loved her!” he said desperately as he covered his eyes with blood-stained hands. His shoulders shook as he sobbed silently. “I need you to tell me what happened,” said the officer firmly. “I don't know. I swear to you, I don't know” …show more content…

The doctor and an officer walked into the room. The doctor stepped up behind the Amelia and looked down at his clipboard.The police officer took a seat next to Lincoln. “Lincoln for the past three years you have been diagnosed with Dissociative personality disorder, and a severe case of bipolar disorder. Both you and your wife, Juliet have talked about you're tendencies of changing personalities abruptly, and sometimes not remembering what you did while you were in that state. This is why we called down your psychiatrist; we want both of you to think of any past situation where one of your identities had any sort of violent tendencies.” “Officer, the last time I had an episode was two years ago since then I have been taking all the medication religiously. I don't know how this could have happened. I would never hurt my wife, I never did. Even when it got really bad, I never laid a finger on Juliet,” Lincoln rubbed his hands over his face and looked away, swallowing hard. “Lincoln, did you know you're wife was having an affair?” asked the police officer, already knowing the …show more content…

“Do you think it might have triggered some kind of reaction from one of your other personalities, the more angry ones I mean? Is it possible that the idea of your wife cheating on you was so hard to process, that you just snapped?” the psychiatrist looked at the office in disbelief and signaled him to stop his interrogation.
“That’s Enough” she said sternly “The initials JD were found on the wall over your wife's body. Does that mean anything to you?” continued the officer, trying to calm his agitated voice. Lincoln looked up at the officer, the doctor and then at Amelia, his heart pounding in his chest; his face frantic. “No no no! You said it wouldn't happen again. You said the medicine would stop it.” “Can I speak to you outside for a moment officer?” Amelia said in disbelief. Both Amelia and the officer walked outside closing the door behind them. “The first year Lincoln was diagnosed with Dissociative identity disorder he experienced severe reactions to the medicine we gave him. In the middle of the night, he almost choked his wife to death. She begged him to stop calling out his name but he wouldn't respond. He screamed at her telling her he wasn't Lincoln. He told her his name was

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