Max, Aisha, and Sheen sat on the small balcony of Max and Aisha’s apartment, the evening air thick with the warmth of their conversation. The city hummed around them, but their focus was on Sheen, who had just shared something deeply personal.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” Sheen said, her fingers tracing patterns on her mug. “There are moments when I feel… transcendent. Like I can see and feel things beyond what’s in front of me. It’s like—God is right there. I can feel Him. It’s overwhelming and beautiful at the same time.”
Aisha leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “That sounds… intense. And kind of wonderful, in a way,” she said carefully. “Does it always feel like a good thing?”
Sheen exhaled, a small smile playing on her lips. “Mostly, yeah. It’s like I’m connected to something greater than myself. Like I’m part of the divine flow of the universe. I just know things, and everything makes sense.” She hesitated. “But sometimes it’s too much. Like my mind is running too fast, and it’s all-consuming.”
Max, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. “And that’s part of your bipolar, right? The highs?”
Sheen nodded. “Yeah. It’s part of the mania, at least some of the time. But I can’t just write it off as an illusion or a symptom, you know? It feels real.”
Aisha’s eyes softened. “I get that. Just because something is linked to your brain chemistry doesn’t mean it isn’t real. Our minds shape how we experience the world, right?” She paused. “Do you ever feel… conflicted? Like, is it a gift or a burden?”
Sheen sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Both. When I’m in it, it’s like I have this direct line to God, like I’m tuned into some higher frequency. But when I crash, it’s like… was it ever real? Or was I just getting carried away?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “That part sucks.”
Aisha reached out, her fingers brushing Sheen’s wrist. “That doesn’t mean it wasn’t real,” she said gently. “It just means it came through you. And you—your mind, your emotions, your body—you’re all part of that experience. Maybe it’s not about proving if it was ‘real’ or not. Maybe it’s about what it means to you.”
Sheen blinked, staring at Aisha for a long moment. Then she let out a small, surprised laugh. “Damn, Aisha. That was… deep.”
Aisha grinned. “I try.”
Max chuckled. “She does this. It’s one of the reasons I married her.”
Sheen shook her head, smiling. “Well, I appreciate it. I don’t always talk about this because people either think I’m crazy or they try to explain it away. But I know I felt something bigger than me.”
“And maybe that’s enough,” Aisha said. “Even if no one else fully understands it.”
Sheen exhaled, nodding. “Yeah. Maybe it is.”
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