Manic Me vs. the Neighbor from Hell

Summary

Finally discharged, free from the confines of the mental hospital, I thought I was ready to rejoin the world, a new woman, free from the shadow of my bipolar disorder. But barely two days back in my own apartment, I felt the familiar grip of my illness tightening its hold again.

The reason? Some online streamer, who’d apparently moved into the apartment above mine, 702. She was raging, partying every single night, utterly oblivious to the misery she was causing me below.

I’d gone upstairs a few times to politely ask her to quiet down.