Prologue

Fighting to stay alive has always been a physical phenomenon for me. That is, until now. I never plagued myself to fall into the category of a heartbroken girl who couldn't get over their dramatic high school love.

It was a normal thing to experience; heartbreak. I just never knew it could of happened to me.

But the difference between the others my age and me lies with the fact that my life has been anything but normal: that much became clear to me when I moved to Forks.

I entered into a fairy-tale, one where vampires were not all bad and roamed freely with humans. I fell in love, and I fell hard. I had a family who (I thought) were going to be my forever. I guess my definition of forever was different than theirs.

That day in the forest when my life ended, I felt a shift inside my soul. A shift that was always there but, had never noticed. I didn't know what it was until after those horrid months that came to follow Edward leaving.

After the months of severe depression followed by a high of manic happiness that lasted for weeks and then continuing on in an endless cycle of ups and downs.

I assumed I was moving on the day I woke up in bliss. Charlie thought their leaving was the best thing that could have happened to me and for once, I agreed with him. Lauren and Jessica became the friends that I never knew I needed the most. We experienced life in a way I never had before. I loved the adrenaline; the carefree spirit that arose within me. I felt alive which was something I hadn't felt for a long time.

Then it all changed again in a blink of an eye.

The depression hit again, this time worse than the first.

I knew I was losing the battle to stay alive: I was losing my will to live. Emotionally, Mentally, Physically and Spiritually drained.

It was my personal hell.

That's when I was diagnosed.

Manic Depressive Disorder, or as some call is, Bipolar.