Abnormally elevated arousal, effect, and energy levels.

They said I was crazy so I joined them.

Unstable. Emotional. Manic or depressive.

Every choice? It made no difference.

I was crazy either way.

I resented them into my twenties. The doctor even more.

For getting it all wrong.

For drugging me before my frontal lobe was fully formed.

I’ve realized now that they set me free at sixteen.

What a gift it’s been to live without the fear of judgement

or stressing out my mother.

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