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.

And go.....

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?
And go.....

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.
And go....