Thirty-two-year-old Rihanna Perry has the job, son, and husband of her dreams. But her world is torn apart when her husband leaves her for another woman. After the combination of the breakup and a major surgery, Rihanna’s mood changes from the way it used to be: she’s never been happier in her life. Soon she’s staying up all night, flirting with men and women (even at work), smoking weed, and starting writing projects she doesn’t finish. On top of everything else, Rihanna discovers that telepathy is real, and attempts to learn the skill of reading minds for the first time.<br><br>Rihanna won’t accept that her long ago diagnosis of bipolar disorder has come back to haunt her. After prompting by her best friend, Rihanna finally goes to the local mental hospital for help. She eventually accepts the fact that she’s been suffering from a manic episode. After being put on medication, she barely has a chance to recover from the mania when she’s thrown into the worst depression she’s ever experienced.<br><br>Medicine alone doesn’t help, so Rihanna must undergo electroconvulsive therapy and a six-month stay at the state mental hospital. Will she ever be stable again?

My Chemical Imbalance

After another hour or so,Jeremiah and I left for home.I gave Amy a hug just to see what it felt like,and for a second forgot about not sleeping with either of them,captivated by Amy’s perfume.Jerod didn’t look up at me or say goodbye,which I found odd.He sat on the blanket,chugging beer.Typical male stuff,I guess.


Back at work,Jerod was stand-offish when I said hi.I must have done something wrong,but I couldn’t figure out what.Hopefully all my paperwork had been done right.


At my first break,Jerod said,“Rihanna,we need to talk.”


I grabbed my cigarettes and stood,glad he was talking to me again.


When we got outside,Jerod frowned.I lit my cigarette,feeling complete,in the moment,everything was beautiful


I choked while inhaling.None of this made any sense.He and Amy had been the ones hitting on me and I resisted.But I was too embarrassed to say that out loud.


“I wasn’t hitting on you,”I insisted.


Chapter 5