The Other Part Of Me
I want to introduce you guys to a fictional story that I have been working on. This deals with the effects of mental illness and how it presents itself in the main character of my story. I call this, The Other Part of Me.
It happened again. I lost track of where I was, and now I am not even sure how I got home. I mean, New York is a vast city already, and well, Manhattan stands out. Anyway, I am so confused. My mind keeps trying to remember and go back to the beginning, but I am not even sure where to begin. It all seems to be fading away from me. The only thing that is helping me keep my sanity is my diary. Well, to a point. At least with month and dates. If it were not for the entries on here, I would not know what is going on anymore. It is getting harder to keep myself together. Damn it all to hell! I am not sure how long I have been out. Wow, as I look around the room, I am astounded. This apartment looks like crap!
Did I miss work again? I am not sure I will keep my job if I keep missing days and deadlines. I have to say Jack has been a real nice boss, and I don’t want to make him regret hiring me.
I must see the doctor so they can tell me what is going on with me? I wonder if it’s serious. I haven’t felt like myself in so long. I need to get better; I have to get better. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. But how can I change it?
Okay, it is time to grow up Rosaline and get it together. Oh, gosh. I forgot about him. Why do I keep having these random sexual encounters with men I don’t know? I need to stop this. But how? Damn! I guess he can see himself out. Now I must find a good excuse to give Jack so he won’t fire me. But what can’ I say. Will he even believe me? Man, I have to get my crap together!
What are all these purchases? Why did I buy so much stuff? This is not good, and I am in trouble. I need to get help, and soon. But first, I need to get myself ready for work.
Damn it all! What is going on?
Okay, this is getting impossible to deal with. I am not even sure how I am supposed to keep going with this arrangement. I don’t think Rosaline understands what everyone else is doing to her. She has to get away from this nonsense everyone is telling her.
It is her right to be free and run with it. She shouldn’t have to be afraid. I think if she listens to my advice, it will all work out… in the end. But I need to make her see it. She needs to see this. It is the only way to help her. Yes, I think this the way. I know she will be thankful… in the end.
Now to go with it!