The Fierce Wind Is Wearing Me Down
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May - June 2008
by Ryan M. Christman, from Notre Dame
My cell phone was shut off weeks ago but suddenly I remember the five-dollar calling card they gave me over the weekend in the hospital so I run over to the pay phone to make a call but the numbers get all jumbled up in my mind and I can’t dial the right digits for some time before I finally get through.
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The phone rings for a long time, and then finally my mom answers.
“Ryan? Do you know what time it is?”
“Mom, they forced me to resign from work today when I got back from the hospital after I told them that I’m bipolar and I don’t know if they can do that but I went to the Equal Opportunity Commission and they told me I don’t have enough evidence to make a case . . .”
“Ryan. Ryan, slow down. I want you to take a deep breath, I can hardly understand you.”
I’m crying now. “I need to come home. Can I come home?”
Ryan M. Christman has dedicated himself to educating others about what it means to be bipolar. His e-mail address is ryan_christman@hotmail.com. Reprinted from Notre Dame(Winter 2007–08). Subscriptions: $25/yr. (4 issues) from 538 Grace Hall, Notre Dame, IN 46556; www.nd.edu/~ndmag.
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