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yeah, so i guess i probably know why i was having that awful feeling, and it wasn't really anyone i know. i guess i have this weird soft spot for people, especially kids, with bipolar. i'm not sure why. maybe it's b'cuz no one knows how to treat people who have it. or maybe it's more that they don't care enough to love the people in their lives that do. i grew up with (in a way) someone who has it, and i watched him bang his head against the wall way to many times. i heard his mother tell him she didn't love him anymore way too many times. the singer of one of my favorite bands also had it before he killed himself b'cuz nobody around him could figure out how to handle it until it was too late. i have another friend that i watch go through dark lows on a monthly basis. now there's a little boy fending for himself in the woods in williamston b'cuz some idiots chose to adopt him and take on the disorder without bothering to learn how to treat or love him.
what's worse is that ingham county police don't really care enough to execute a proper search either. i volunteered on the search teams, and we were treated as more of a nuisance than a help. we were basically given busy work to make us feel like we were helping. it was awful. and everytime someone legitimately sees him, they take 2 hours to show up, so he's long gone before they get there. if they REALLY cared about finding him, he would've been found by now. sadly, he doesn't want to come home, but he's no better off in the woods.
this whole thing has made me decide that if i ever have the opportunity to make something of my life i'm going to be a counselor. i want to be abel to help kids like this so that they maybe have a chance at more of a life than demons and depecote.
what's worse is that ingham county police don't really care enough to execute a proper search either. i volunteered on the search teams, and we were treated as more of a nuisance than a help. we were basically given busy work to make us feel like we were helping. it was awful. and everytime someone legitimately sees him, they take 2 hours to show up, so he's long gone before they get there. if they REALLY cared about finding him, he would've been found by now. sadly, he doesn't want to come home, but he's no better off in the woods.
this whole thing has made me decide that if i ever have the opportunity to make something of my life i'm going to be a counselor. i want to be abel to help kids like this so that they maybe have a chance at more of a life than demons and depecote.