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...
Cliffhanger! Haunting one too. Indeed, first the illness/problem is solved, a solution is found, but now still the long road to full recovery begins now.
I KNEW IT! And Applebloom, honey, you couldn't have been more wrong.
Also, this reminds me of when my mom was depressed, like, REALLY depressed, and we had entities in our house, so one of them, the entity of a man, possessed her and controlled her, but her guardian angels kept the entity from hurting her of making her do something bad. True story! The science behind it: depressed people are left weak and vulnerable; were as healthy people have a stronger sense of will, self-worth, and overall a better grip on reality.
My mothers possession went on for an entire year. She eventually recovered, unharmed, thankfully. Later, we had to use sage several times to bless the house; we were being haunted by several ghosts, including a little girl, the man (with intentions not so good), a woman, an 1800s pioneer preteen girl, another little girl, about 5-7 years of age, and even my dead cat, who was my best friend! That's also when I figured out I had the talent of communicating with ghosts; I'd see, hear, and even feel the entities that were in our house.
And trust me, if you're not a believer, I'll PM you the stories (or rather memories on my behalf) of the time I took a picture of what I think could be my guardian angel, or maybe just another ghost; I'm not sure. The time I saw a little girl in my room (more than once) in my room, her image so vivid she could've been a real, living person. The time I pretty much made friends with the nice ghost of an 1800s pioneer ghost. The time I took a video of the entrance of my kitchen and the almost unnoticeable outline of a woman crawled into the frame on all fours when I was in my room; she acted very demonic. The time I was home alone and an unknown entity was playing with my moms closet door, making it rock back and forth rapidly, which made the ironing board hung to it rattle quite loudly. The time when I had reoccurring night terrors since I was a small child. The time when I had a demonic dream purely evil, and not caused by the outside world in any way, shape, or form. The time- oh, COME ON!!!