THE REAL MEANING OF LOVE (The Story of Oliver David Lawrence)
Chapter iii) Men, Their Stomaches, And Death
Sitting down, thinking about it for a moment, I thought: now things between me and Lee were not that bad. They just seemed like echoes far in the past receding and not bothering me any longer. After all ... our whole worlds did not revolve around each other exclusively (despite the feeling of oppression).
With a sigh of relief, I sat down, thinking: things now, at this moment, well, at this one moment, were not that bad. In spite of my stomache.
Cross your fingers and hope for tomorrow, I thought.
After the car accident, and the orignal stay in the mental hospital, I was diagnosed with manic depression and recieved medication.
They told me it was a raction of the nerves firing in the brain, which causes it. They also told me that it was usually genetic. I thoguht that amybe, possibly, something like * this might provide an answer to ease my mind.
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Originally published 2004.