God-damned Bi-Polar! You took my 18-year-old son from me, and you took him from himself. I want you dead! I want you gone! The only way to kill you is with meds but, you bastard, you tricked him into thinking he doesn’t need them. You take over his mind and body, and what for? To no useful end. You've placed him in danger, and you make him think he’s trying to be independent. He can be independent and happy and safe without you, but you stop him. I hate you! I hate you!

You nearly got him hit by a car at age 15. You S.O.B., all you do is make him have demons. You’ve caused him to have car accidents and to be hospitalized three times. It’s your fault! You’re useless -- worse than useless. You’ve taken away his creativity, his brilliant mind, his athletic interest. I want you dead and wiped out, never to return. Leave him alone! I want my son back. I want him to have himself back. I want him to be happy and productive and enjoy life. You’ve taken that from him. He liked to stay in hotels and eat steak and play tennis and read and surf the internet and watch movies. You put him in Skid Row. It’s you, Bi-Polar, who’s in Skid Row, not him! You prevent him from sleeping. You prevent him from having a pleasant, safe life. I HATE you! Eat Zyprexa and Lithium and die, die, die!

You stole his teenage years from him. He never experienced group dating or couple dating or going to a prom. You took away his ability to belong anywhere. He’s desperately seeking a place to belong in spite of you. You caused him to sleep all day, be up all night, and miss his teen years in spite of all the damned brilliant experts at the sleep disorder clinics and all the shrinks! Lithium and Zyprexa would kill you and make you leave my son forever, but you won’t him let kill you. You’re devious and deceitful. You’ve caused him to take dangerous street drugs in his attempt to be rid of you. But you’ve fooled him again. You know that street drugs won’t get rid of you. It’s only Lithium & Zyprexa that will get rid of you and lift your lying veil from him.

Now he’s in a hospital again. Did the police put him there? No! You put him there -- again. He still can’t see that you’re causing him to act in ways that would draw police attention to him. Again he stopped eating and sleeping. He said he had a mental blackout and wound up in a suburb far from the shelter you put him in. Now his few things that he had with him, even his clothes, will be stolen by the others you put in the shelter. Poor kid! Now he owns nothing but disorientation and delusion. You’ve made him paranoid again. You’ve taken away his reasoning ability again. You’ve taken him again.

You lie to him. You make him think he can somehow live with you and without the meds. You’re nothing but lies and deceit. You trick him into thinking that people are after him, talking to him on the radio and bugging his car. You’re a lie, a rotten, damned, useless lie! And as strong as he is, you continue to keep him in your grasp. You won’t let him take his meds and get rid of you. Bi-Polar, I hate you!