Grade 8, Rand Girls
My life, full of expectations and emotions, gave me many experiences.
In my small town, where everyone knew everyone, lived my family and me in a two-storey house. My life was pretty normal. Well, until I turned 12. When I turned 12, I got diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
This disorder made me have mood swings, high and lows. But what hurt me the most was when my own mom left me because she thought I was mentally ill. I was crushed, heart-broken. It hurt me deeply. But what could I do or say about it?
I grew up with a single dad and, you guessed it right, I was an only child. My dad gave me everything I asked for. I was never left behind on trends. I never even got a chance to be at school.
A few years later, I met a girl, her name was Béatrice. She also had bipolar. But, unlike me, she was happy about her life. She never felt sad or depressed about her disorder.
Ever since I met Béatrice, I learned to appreciate my self, appreciate my life. She taught me that, “Life is an open book, you just need to read on to find out what life has in store for you.”