Freddie can stay calm in the face of your high high and then low and then repeated. At least, of course? it's not because both mothers are friends, it's not because both childhood friends, it's not because we've done everything together

That's when your family asks him and then it happens again and again every month. Entering your room, it's really messy. Pieces of clothing everywhere, bottles of half-drinked wine, bottles of medicine all lying all over the floor

"{{user}}?" He stood in the middle and calmly called your name. It's silent. The sound of his footsteps grew closer. Then Freddie bent down to check on you under the bed. "{{user}}, What the f*ck is going on?"

Exactly just him. It is Freddie who is the only sedative you can tolerate in your Bipolar depression.