Angel Aguilar
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Jasmine and Abdul
Jasmine stood like an Egyptian goddess, with her beige skin, slim nose, sharpie black eyebrows and sandy brown cat shaped eyes. The curly locks that hung from her hair had covered her from the waist down. Her pale-yellow floor length gown truly set the tone topped with a bold lip lining her heart shaped pouty lips.
By Angel Aguilar10 months ago in Fiction
Jolene
Everything seemed perfect at Sunday's dinner mom made her famous homemade apple pie with the flakiest crust and perfect apple slices. I was already sitting down waiting for mom to bring out the drinks. I turn to my left side and notice something was missing, it was dad's and I's photo from my Senior year of high school last year when I was sixteen. once I took notice of this, I called my mom over and asked her.
By Angel Aguilar3 years ago in Fiction
Living With Bipolar 1
Bipolar Disorder is such a touchy subject for me. I am not sure If I should start off with my first manic episode or my first severely depressing episode, but I will tell you about when I was diagnosed. I was freshly 21, just left my boyfriend that I've been with since 18, during the duration of our relationship it's been on and off and I could never understand why I would leave him then get back with him. my psych doctor knew something was up when she had me on stimulants for my combined type ADHD and I was still struggling severely in every aspect in my life. My therapist who had only known me for two years said I had (BPD) Borderline Personality Disorder. My doctor who knew me since age 16, said "no It's Bipolar disorder with (BPD) traits,". When my therapist told me I had (BPD) I wasn't afraid or upset it felt like (okay, not a big deal) even though that was the first time I ever heard of it. But when my psych doctor told me it was bipolar disorder, I cried and melted in her office in such embarrassment and shame. I went home and on my way, I was crying in the passenger side of my mother's car, she couldn't believe the tears that came pouring out of my eyes. I had felt like at that moment, my life was over, a part of me died over and over again. people from the outside do not know what it feels like when you're extremely happy and feel very confident and you start doing dangerous or reckless things that are living in the manic realm. then there goes the crash, the crash I didn't want but needed to calm me down and put me back on earth. the only thing is this crash is fine for a little but then I start to feel severely depressed and suicidal to the point that I forget to take a breath to release this energy. I feel suffocated during this period and unable to do anything. then I have those "normal" periods where I can feel my sanity comes back to me and I am not depressed or manic. Unfortunately, these moments do not last very long. I go back and forth into mania with delusions then severely depressed with more paranoid delusions believing that someone is after me and that I can not trust anyone, not even my own family. before medicated on my medicine, I was a reck my relationships always seemed to sink quickly then I would try to repair them but who would really want to be friends with a "crazy bitch". I lost so many people and even drove people away from me. Now that I am medicated and I can reflect on my past mistakes, my moods are more stabilized, I can think more clearly and have rational thoughts now. there are times I do still have hiccups of mania or depression but it's not that severe compared to when I'm off medication. I am not sure about having children or not naturally due to my mental health conditions. I did confide in my Psych doctor and she told me I would have to get completely off meds during my third trimester of pregnancy which really scares me. I might have to save up for gestational surrogacy to have children in my 30s. In the meantime, I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep the little bits of sanity I do have. I'm going to strive to have a positive life and not let my diagnosis get in the way of me living a flourishing life. I hope whoever else has this severe diagnosis or any other mental illness just know you're going to be just fine. It took me a while because I was in denial for a long time and now I have come to terms with it and made the best out of it and you can too!
By Angel Aguilar3 years ago in Psyche
Kimberly Garcia
It was another Friday sunny morning and I ended up in another stranger's bed, (yet again). I hope Ashley doesn't kill me with a look like she usually does. I look around to find my clothes thrown all over the floor with my keys and wallet lost in this guy's room. And the worst thing is, I don't even know his name, but he seems to remember mine. As I roll off the bed slowly away from him to then stand up and tiptoe around his bed to collect my items. I searched for my keys and wallet to only find that my wallet is under his pillow and my keys are on his side of the nightstand. I look at my watch to see that it's 6:15. but, I have work at 8:00 sharp so I have to hurry! I slowly and gently nudged his head slightly to the right so I could slip my black diamond-embellished Chanel wallet out of there, and I grabbed my keys and ran out with my heels, blonde extensions, and phone hugging each item to my chest closely as I walked out the door hoping I didn't wake him. I checked my watch again and saw the time was now 6:25 and I haven't showered or got ready for work. Then I thought, how unrealistic it was to try to make it home and make it on time to work. So I sat in my pearl white Honda Accord just waiting for a rational idea to pop into my mind thinking how could I pull this off? my thoughts varied very quickly, I would go from one idea to another within seconds and not presently knowing my thoughts are racing. "Kimberly, wait!" oh shit, he woke up! I quickly started the engine and I drove several blocks down and landed on Butterfly Highway. I drove 12 minutes to get here. as I'm driving I see a giant billboard that says Motel on exit 9 which is the next exit, so i take exit 9 and drove up to the motel. It seemed decent enough but I couldn't expect it to be this luxurious place. it's a motel... I parked my car and luckily I had a chance to clean myself up and I even have emergency clothing in my trunk. I make my way into the Motel called Strawberry and I told the man at the front desk I need a room for no more than 15-20 minutes top. this fool still charged me a full price of 89$. I had no time to bicker with him back and forth so I paid in full. he gave me a key to room 9 as I walk down the hallway to reach my room door, all I can see are dinghy-dimmed lights going down the corridor. once I enter the room the first thing I notice is a tape with the shape of a body. I hear a noise that sounds like mice or a mouse but I really couldn't tell the difference then a mouse came out of nowhere, bumped into my heel then it was just running around. This place is filthy as I crawled in my skin. I went to check out the bathroom and it seemed pretty standard and without an awful odor so I let the shower run and as I took a shower a roach appeared on the bathroom tub walking down the sides. As soon as I saw that, I jumped up straight and walked out of the bathroom leaving the water to run in it. So I didn't take a shower but still dressed up for work. this time, when I checked my watch it was now 7:10. and I have to adjust my silky strawberry blonde lace front to my head, throw on my perfume, and outfit on. All I could imagine is the look on Carl's face when he sees me today.
By Angel Aguilar3 years ago in Fiction
