Marc

Marc suffered from powerlessness but you could never tell by looking at him. Daily he would self-victimize his situation. He lacked the ability to work teamwork style. He needed some rest, restoration, and he also needed to contemplate his direction of action he wanted to take. His depression though was in the way. The lack of motivation weighed so heavy on him. He felt so out of touch, and he was so dishonest about his mentality with those around him and those he cared about, was it for their safety? How much suffering though must he endure? Was it worth hiding? No, this was unfair and robbing him of the help he needed to hopefully get out of this rut.

He needed to take action and be quick in deciding who to tell first and hope for the best reaction possible, it was getting easier to talk about these subjects these days with all the mental health awareness after all. Maybe he should passively talk about mental health feel out their stance on the subjects first before just coming out with the very thing that engulfs his every being. His insecurity though and his faithlessness in the whole stigma surrounding his mentality. What if they judge him and stop hanging out with him as much? But what if he could finally be himself and get the help he needs and support he gives effortlessly to those around him. The very thing he has craved all these years.

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Evan

Evan was given quite the opportunity as of late, her dreams were finally starting to take actual form in her life right before her eyes, yet she had no direction, no desire to trudge on. Her unpredictability of her inner demon reared its ugly head time and time again and this time it was so strong she struggled to make the plans she needed in place to achieve the most important goal of her career. So disorganized and chaotic since this last psychotic episode.
She got home and chugged the milk carton. It was time to get in touch with her Inner child, a daily ritual of sorts. She grabbed her coloring books and crayons and headed to her cozy corner of the living room filled with pillows of all sorts. Evan loved to color, it was her favorite part of her routine. She flopped down on some pillows with her coloring book opened to a beautiful picture of a woman who resembled her. She began by putting her beauty marks and blemishes on the woman. Then colored the hair the color she wished she had been born with, she had a thing for red heads she absolutely idolized them. They brought her joy for unknown reasons.
As she filled in the lips of the woman with the likeness of herself she recollected her abundance of friends and power and security. Her job was everything to her, why was she struggling to want to do anything with it? She finally reached her goal of being what she always longed to be, and at the young age of 22!
She finally decided that she had to do something and overcome the challenge her mental illness had placed in front of her. She was after all a leader and she was good at it.
But it wasn't going to be easy as her mental illness does tend to make her seek solitude of being alone. Everyone was after all irritating her to no end and it wasn't their fault. It was all in her head anyways. Or was it?
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John

John has been camping for a week now trying to rest and restore his mind and to contemplate his current situation. Was He being Greedy as being accused? Was he really smug? It was time to rebel against these accusations and approach things differently. I mean after all he was broke and was in need of security. It inevitably has been his fate, but did he deserve it?
Seeking solitude he stayed at his camping ground, seeking clarity and truth but he is lacking objectivity and was growing desperate and feared his inability to pursue his goals. With obstacles in his way at all different directions forcing him to slow his row. But this camping trip has given him a sense of control and direction as well as he found some will power.
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Sam

Sam was her name, and by the smile on her face you couldn't guess she felt stuck, yet she yearned to keep things the same. Self centered she sat on the dock smiling to herself, determined to not let her circumstances keep her down. Faking joy, so maybe it will stick, as someone wise says.

Sam was diagnosed 10 years ago with Bi polar type 2 disorder, and the struggle to find normalcy and stability has been so hard. Especially when she had to start over with her therapist every year having to change to a new one. But again presently she was struggling to get happy and stay happy. The things she had enjoyed before now, don't seem to do it for her anymore.

Her boyfriend hung in her mind as she smiled, gently her mind slipped to when he was going to propose to her if at all. Why hasn't he done it yet? I mean they been together since 5 years ago this March. Soon He and She will be together again as she remembers the happy memories of nostalgic times of their 5 year romance. But did he notice the things she has done for him? She didn't feel she was recognized for doing things out of love. Ever since she inherited that money he has been focused on the things she got him instead of her and she was getting quite jealous.

Or was it Jealousy? Was she taking him for granted? Or was he? 

Sam was hopeful for Harmony and fulfillment. She needed to complete something first, but what? She has reached financial stability because she came from a family who was well off. Life had always handed her everything she wanted and since her boyfriend had a taste of it, it seems he never is satisfied.
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Elderly lady walking down the street

Ethel had been through a lot in her 87 years. She burried 3 husband's and had 7 kids who had a total of 28 grand children and she has 18 great grand children.
Everyday she enjoys walking around her neighborhood seeing the birds, squirrels and bunnies. Occasionally she seen some dogs barking at her behind fences luckily. They usually give her a startle when they first start. She tries calming them by talking sweetly to them. She also enjoys stopping to smell the flowers her neighbors planted.
Today she is wearing her big brim hat to keep the sun off her delicate skin. Her doctor warned her about being in the sun too much. So she is wearing a long sleeve silk blouse and thin pants so she won't get too hot.
As she walks her neighborhood she remembers her life and what all she had seen over the many years. A tear comes to her eye as she thinks about how her family hardly ever comes to visit. Holidays and that's it. And lately they been skipping a few holidays here and there. She is so lonely and walking helps her somehow.

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Worn out mother at walmart

You can tell she is at her breaking point. She has bags and circles under her eyes, she has a big pack of beer in her basket, some gum, and the latest gossip magazine. Her eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep. Her children are home with their dad who keeps calling her cellphone asking when she is coming home. She would rather throw her phone than answer it for he 10th time since she left the house 20 mins ago.
She wants to run away from home and get away from the constant demand of being a stay at home mom. Her feet hurt, her back hurts, and if she hears mommy said one more time she fears she is going to snap. She has housework to get done but while she is cleaning up one mess the kids are making another in the other room and it seems she can't catch a break. Then her man comes home from work and the house is slightly messy and he comments "what did you do all day? Why isn't the dishes done? Why is the laundry not done? Why isn't the kids dressed?" And she just grabbed her purse and keys and said she needed to go to the store. And here she was flabbergasted at how in 20 mins her man can't handle the kids and wants her home NOW! She has had to deal with them all day long. Sure he worked all day and had to deal with adults all day. But why can't he just do it for the evening? Just 1 hour without calling her phone constantly.
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Man in tattered clothes under a bridge

His wife kicked him out because she couldn't take the instability in his work and his emotions. He finds himself under a bridge sleeping not knowing where his next meal is going to come from. His mental health is struggling with suicidal thoughts currently but no one would know. He doesn't talk to himself like the girl who frequently mopes around his choice of sleeping spot. It's summertime and it's starting to really get hot out. His ability to get a job is shattered more and more as his inability to cleanse himself and groom himself. Not only that but he has no phone number for them to call and let him know he has an interview, one of his fellow homeless "friends" must have stolen it from him. And most employers need an address for the person they are hiring so they can send their checks to them.
Passerby citizens grimace at his appearance and hurry pass to avoid the common phrase from people like him. "Do you got any change?"
Days had turned to weeks in a blur for him and now it's been 3 months. He has lost a lot of weight so his clothes barely fit anymore he uses a couple plastic bags tied together as a belt to keep his pants up. And he uses the socks the shelter give out as toilet paper when he uses the rest room at night then puts it in a plastic bag and then in the morning he takes the bag smuggles it into the nearby library and flushes it down the toilet. Building maintenance has tried to crack down on this activity from happening requiring the homeless to leave their bags with the security guard at the table but they still sneak them in to flush them.
Every day he struggles with hunger and thirst and his "friends" tempt him in doing drugs and drinking with them. He rather just jump from the bridge he sleeps under each night.
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