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// 4. The Reason 
// Story: The Monster In AppleBloom 
// by unicorn92243 
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Chapter 4

The Reason


Apple Bloom’s family made her an appointment with the doctor right away. She was relieved. Maybe now she’d find out what was wrong with her!

That day, a magazine her family liked to read came in the mail. As she absently flipped through it, an article caught her eye. Do You Have Depression? She started reading it in interest, and before long, her eyes widened as she looked over the symptoms of what was described to be a mental illness.


Difficulty concentrating, remembering details, and making decisions
Fatigue and decreased energy
Feelings of guilt, worthlessness, and/or helplessness
Feelings of hopelessness and/or pessimism
Insomnia, early-morning wakefulness, or excessive sleeping
Irritability, restlessness
Loss of interest in activities or hobbies once pleasurable
Overeating or appetite loss
Persistent aches or pains, headaches, cramps, or digestive problems that do not ease even with treatment
Persistent sad, anxious, or "empty" feelings
Thoughts of suicide, suicide attempts


This is me, she thought. This is me... She read further, and was elated to see that there was treatment to this condition. “Applejack!”

Soon her family gathered around her as she read the article to them.

“Are you sure that this is what’s wrong with you Sugar Cube?” 

Apple Bloom looked at her sister and nodded. “I’m sure.”

“Well, at least now we know what to tell the doctor,” said Granny Smith in relief.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac nodded.

A few days later, at the doctor’s office, after Apple Bloom explained to him what was going on, he set up an appointment for her to see a psychiatrist. He told Apple Bloom and her family that the psychiatrist could help her far more than he could.

Soon Apple Bloom found herself at yet another doctor’s office. Doctor Ung. He was a unicorn with white fur and a black mane and tail, and a shadow of a pony head for a cutie mark. After talking with him for awhile about her symptoms, he prescribed pills for her to take, and asked to see her again in three weeks.

Apple Bloom felt so happy as she walked out of his office. She wasn’t going crazy after all! She was just sick and these pills would make her better! 

Take that you evil thing, she thought. For the Depression was like some twisted being in her soul, trying to destroy her. It was... a monster.

But now with these pills, everything was going to be okay! She’d get better and get on with her life.

If only she knew that it wasn’t nearly going to be that easy...