My mom was overbearing as usual. I wanted to escape so I found my fictional paradise in my mind palace. I lost my mind. I couldn't rest or slept too much. I heard so many voices and I spoke back. I left hints for myself in riddles, some riddles were easy others were hard but I understood where I was going. Trying to find the doorway out. Three months I was trapped in my mind palace.
My house felt like an institution. My mom kept stressing me out. On my worst days I stayed in the house. On my best days I could outside my house. The medications helped. The doctors were nice. I still talk to my psychiatrist and my therapist. When ever my mom stresses me I walk around town. She goes with me to my sessions it's annoying. My dad normally is loving about that summer and calls me Crazy Brandi. It's endearing. He thought I was sleepwalking when I interrupted his sleep when I really couldn't sleep at all. I guess being overstimulated by bipolar disorder and anxiety is why my sleep schedule changed so much so often that summer.