Post by Shelley Silver on Jan 25, 2017 18:52:08 GMT -6
OOC Note: Before reading this, I cannot stress enough that this is strictly meant to be only OOC knowledge. She even waited to tell her manager about it, and they are very close. Fed heads, if you believe that this is something that a GM/company owner/whatever would know about, then that’s fine. Shelley would trust that they could be discreet about it. The reason why it is just now coming up is that I had chosen to wait a while before thinking through what has already occurred, and what’s to come.
“Well,” the doctor finally looked up with a smile, “I am proud of you for the way that you have handled your match and subsequent loss to a much more formidable opponent in Mister Hunter.”
Shelley nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “it’s easier when you know that you wouldn’t have been able to beat a person, no matter how hard you tried. What frustrated me is when I faced an equal or lesser opponent, and still fell short.”
“Wrestling isn’t as cut and dry as martial arts,” Dr. Youngfire nodded knowingly.
“First rule of martial arts is don’t get into a fight unless you know that you can win. I’ve gone into wrestling with that same mentality, and I believe that it has held me back,” Shelley sighed.
“You weren’t ready when you first signed with EWC. I’m sure that is very apparent by now,” the doctor observed.
Shelley nodded, “but I believe that I can handle it much better now.”
“Now…” Dr. Youngfire took a deep breath before flipping through all of her notes once more. “Going over everything from over the years, and everything culminating in what happened September 16th through October 16, I think that I have an answer for you.”
Shelley raised an eyebrow as she leaned forward, eager to hear her diagnosis.
“I believe that you have what is referred to as Bipolar Disorder 2. There aren't that many differences between that and the original. So that is why it has taken me a little longer to come to this result,” Dr. Youngfire explained.
Shelley nodded slowly, “that does explain a lot of things. Even…”
“Your connection to a certain young Mister Mark Storm?” Dr. Youngfire offered with a smile.
Shelley blushed, giggling like a schoolgirl. “I’ve come to terms with the fact that he’s afraid to let me in, because I actually may understand him.”
“Well, from what you’ve told me about his condition, it’s a good idea that you don’t force him to see what may be between the two of you. That is coming from a professional point of view,” the doctor noted before reading over to the table between them and opened a drawer and pulled out a prescription pad. “I’m going to put you on an antipsychotic and an antidepressant. Low dose, just to see if it keeps you evened out. Now, I assume that I don’t have to tell you the dangers of going off of your meds?”
Shelley looked at her right arm, running her fingers along a line from a healing cut going down her upper arm, “all too well.”
“Wait… did Storm do that to you? That didn’t happen in a match?” a look of genuine look of concern crossed Dr. Youngfire’s face.
Shelley took a deep breath, “he doesn’t remember. I was trying to calm him down when he was going through one of his episodes. I looked him right in the eye and could tell that it wasn’t Mark looking back at me. I asked whichever personality, or voice inside his head that was watching to not tell him what had happened. I saw an acknowledge me, and it seems like whomever I was speaking to had kept their word.”
“You know that you probably should have just let him go,” the older woman tilted her head.
“In most cases that I would have, but there were a lot of innocent people were in that room, including Hope. It was her baby shower,” Shelley bit her lip.
“Hope is his daughter with that Gretchen Lockheart, who left him for a while, right?” A look of realization took over the doctor’s features.
Shelley nodded, “and I have been left to believe that they only got back together because of her. That can’t be good, right?”
“In my opinion?” Dr. Youngfire shook her head. “It’s not my place, nor is it yours, to tell them that, though.”
“I understand,” Shelley nodded as Dr. Youngfire handed her two sheets of paper.
“How about we go back to weekly appointments?” Shelley’s doctor smiled. “At least for a while, to make sure that you are doing OK. Make it for a day that you can be in town. Probably the middle of the week, seeing as how wrestling tends to happen on the weekends.”
Shelley nodded, “I’d like that.”
November 28th, 2016
Therapist Office in Seattle, WA
All coming together
Shelley Silver had been in and out of Dr. Youngfire’s office ever since she was twelve years-old, and she had revealed to her family that she had been being bullied. There had been periods of time where Shelley was fine and didn’t need a professional to talk to. Things changes after she got really into professional wrestling. She didn’t see the point in separating her personal life and what was going on in the ring. Sure, there was plenty of overlaps, but there were also things that she kept out of the public eye. For most of the calendar year, Shelley allowed herself to get too emotionally invested in storylines and got way too frustrated whenever she lost. It showed in her work, and it really dragged her down. So far, in fact, that she literally snapped. What could be best described as a month long blackout would have been a great storyline, but it actually happened to Shelley. Thankfully, she could probably still sell it as such. Ever since she had essentially woke up on October 16th, Shelley had spoken to Dr. Youngfire every day, even if it was via Skype, and the evidence over the years had been thoroughly compiled. It was merely days since Shelley had lost to Xplode, and she was back in Seattle, watching as her psychiatrist scribbled down a few more notes.“Well,” the doctor finally looked up with a smile, “I am proud of you for the way that you have handled your match and subsequent loss to a much more formidable opponent in Mister Hunter.”
Shelley nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “it’s easier when you know that you wouldn’t have been able to beat a person, no matter how hard you tried. What frustrated me is when I faced an equal or lesser opponent, and still fell short.”
“Wrestling isn’t as cut and dry as martial arts,” Dr. Youngfire nodded knowingly.
“First rule of martial arts is don’t get into a fight unless you know that you can win. I’ve gone into wrestling with that same mentality, and I believe that it has held me back,” Shelley sighed.
“You weren’t ready when you first signed with EWC. I’m sure that is very apparent by now,” the doctor observed.
Shelley nodded, “but I believe that I can handle it much better now.”
“Now…” Dr. Youngfire took a deep breath before flipping through all of her notes once more. “Going over everything from over the years, and everything culminating in what happened September 16th through October 16, I think that I have an answer for you.”
Shelley raised an eyebrow as she leaned forward, eager to hear her diagnosis.
“I believe that you have what is referred to as Bipolar Disorder 2. There aren't that many differences between that and the original. So that is why it has taken me a little longer to come to this result,” Dr. Youngfire explained.
Shelley nodded slowly, “that does explain a lot of things. Even…”
“Your connection to a certain young Mister Mark Storm?” Dr. Youngfire offered with a smile.
Shelley blushed, giggling like a schoolgirl. “I’ve come to terms with the fact that he’s afraid to let me in, because I actually may understand him.”
“Well, from what you’ve told me about his condition, it’s a good idea that you don’t force him to see what may be between the two of you. That is coming from a professional point of view,” the doctor noted before reading over to the table between them and opened a drawer and pulled out a prescription pad. “I’m going to put you on an antipsychotic and an antidepressant. Low dose, just to see if it keeps you evened out. Now, I assume that I don’t have to tell you the dangers of going off of your meds?”
Shelley looked at her right arm, running her fingers along a line from a healing cut going down her upper arm, “all too well.”
“Wait… did Storm do that to you? That didn’t happen in a match?” a look of genuine look of concern crossed Dr. Youngfire’s face.
Shelley took a deep breath, “he doesn’t remember. I was trying to calm him down when he was going through one of his episodes. I looked him right in the eye and could tell that it wasn’t Mark looking back at me. I asked whichever personality, or voice inside his head that was watching to not tell him what had happened. I saw an acknowledge me, and it seems like whomever I was speaking to had kept their word.”
“You know that you probably should have just let him go,” the older woman tilted her head.
“In most cases that I would have, but there were a lot of innocent people were in that room, including Hope. It was her baby shower,” Shelley bit her lip.
“Hope is his daughter with that Gretchen Lockheart, who left him for a while, right?” A look of realization took over the doctor’s features.
Shelley nodded, “and I have been left to believe that they only got back together because of her. That can’t be good, right?”
“In my opinion?” Dr. Youngfire shook her head. “It’s not my place, nor is it yours, to tell them that, though.”
“I understand,” Shelley nodded as Dr. Youngfire handed her two sheets of paper.
“How about we go back to weekly appointments?” Shelley’s doctor smiled. “At least for a while, to make sure that you are doing OK. Make it for a day that you can be in town. Probably the middle of the week, seeing as how wrestling tends to happen on the weekends.”
Shelley nodded, “I’d like that.”