I live in a small house with my daddy. We have a cat and two fish.
The monster yells at me and scares me.
You can’t hide from the monster. It knows where you are.
I thought monsters only come out at night to scare people
Daddy can’t fight the monster because the monster always wins.
A long time ago, the Monster was good. It used to be helpful and kind.
But the monster yells at him. And it makes him cry.
The monster says it loves me. I don’t want to hate the monster.
Maybe the monster will turn into a person who is nice.
I just want to love you, mommy.
This was a concept developed for a children's story, so the wording is deliberately simple. It was developed as a way to give children frightened of a parent (in this case, mother) suffering from bipolar disorder and the impression it left on the child. This kind of story would be read to a child where a parent was known or suspected to be suffering from a mental health issue, allowing the child to talk about 'the story' without feeling they were not loving their parent. A followup story on drug/alcohol use was written for the father, as well as an abusive older brother.
Due to the short nature of the story, the therapist was given the ability to reclassify gender and home specifics at will, aiding in making this a more tailored part of their rehabilitation and therapy.
I should note, this story was in fact part of a larger story arc for a client, and this is how they wanted it written. The name 'Adina' was chosen by me, however, in homage to my oldest and dearest friend.