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The Sun’s Proposal
          . . . . 
          The Sun had loved the Moon for as long as he could remember. Each morning, he rose, burning golden, hoping to catch a glimpse of her pale glow before she faded into the sky. Each evening, as he set, he lingered at the horizon, reaching out with his last rays, hoping she would reach back.
          
          One night, when the sky was clear and the world lay quiet beneath them, the Sun finally gathered his courage. As the Moon glided gracefully above the earth, he whispered across the heavens, his voice warm and unwavering.
          
          “Moon,” he said, “I love you. I always have. Will you be mine?”
          
          The Moon, caught in his golden gaze, hesitated. She adored the Sun—how could she not? He was brilliant, strong, and full of life. But she was different. She belonged to the quiet, to the dreamers, to the tides that pulled but never held.
          
          “I don’t know, I don’t know,” she murmured, her voice trembling like ripples on a still lake. “Just give me time.”
          
          The Sun dimmed, just a little, his fiery heart aching. But he smiled, for he knew love could not be rushed.
          
          “Take all the time you need,” he said. “I’ll be here, always.”
          
          And so, the Sun rose and set, waiting. The Moon waxed and waned, wondering. Seasons passed, and still, he loved her from afar, never failing, never fading. She watched him light up the world, watched how his warmth touched everything, even her cold surface. She realized, in his quiet patience, that love did not need to claim or capture—it only needed to shine.
          
          One fateful night, as the Moon stood full and bright against the endless sky, she finally spoke.
          
          “Sun,” she called softly. “I have my answer.”
          
          The Sun stilled, his golden light trembling at the edges.
          
          “Yes,” she whispered, her glow steady. “A thousand times, yes.”
          
          And for the briefest, most beautiful moment, as the earth watched in wonder, the Sun and the Moon met in a perfect eclipse—an embrace written in light and shadow, a love that had waited for eternity.

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So apparently I'm a monster, a failure, a mistake and someone to be feared. All based on my mother’s words. I was finally thinking I could tell her about what goes on in my life, tell her how I feel and my worries, and actually trust her. But now I know it was all something I've dreamt of. A kind, caring mother. A supportive mother. A mother who wants me. Nope, i cant have one of those. 
          I was asking my mother how she viewed bipolar disorder because I wanted to finally ask a decent doctor about it. She said only monsters had this disorder and that those who could switch their personalities perfectly were the most scary and vile people to live.
          What does that make me? From the age of seven I've been masking and switching my personalities, and I've mastered it. So am I a monster?
          A while back I took one of those online quizzes for bipolar disorder and had a high risk. I did the same quiz yesterday and came back with the same results.