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The Silver Linings Playbook. Home · The Silver The Class Action Playbook. Read more Corrosion-Resistant Linings and Coatings (Corrosion Technology). THE SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK. OFFICIAL SHOOTING DRAFT by. DAVID O. RUSSELL. (Based on the novel by Matthew Quick). David O. Russell. WGAE. In Silver Linings Playbook. Bradley Cooper plays Patrick “Pat” Solitano Jr. Jennifer Lawrence plays Tiffany Maxwell. Robert De Niro plays Pat.

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Title: ([PDF]) The Silver Linings Playbook PDF EPUB KINDLE by Matthew Quick, Author: bit2tube, Name: ([PDF]) The Silver Linings. THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Pat Peoples knows that life doesn't always go according to plan, but he's determined to get his back on track. After a stint. the silver linings playbook pdf free download. The Silver Linings Playbook Pdf Free Download. 30 Reads 0 Votes 1 Part Story. tiapranmifi By tiapranmifi.

Although these mental health theories do not solely affect just the main two characters, it also as well affects the supporting characters, despite not being clinically diagnosed with an illness. We break down how each theory correlates to the situation, and how it integrates into the various circumstances some of the characters exhibit. Here, we can come up with the Medical Model, the Anti-psychiatric Model, The Labeling theory, and finally, how the Social Stress Model are specific theories that are variously demonstrated in certain scenes. In the beginning of the movie, Pat spends a total of eight months inside a mental hospital, and regularly or to an extent, since he does not actually swallow it takes medication for his clinically diagnosed Bipolar disorder. In addition, after his hospital release, he continues to take medication. During the scene where Pat, Randy, Veronica, and Tiffany first have dinner together, they joke around and list a few medications specifically for depression, the illness Tiffany was diagnosed, and anxiety. It relates to the medical model for its heavy reliance of medication for mental treatment. The Medical Model Theory exacerbates how mental health specialists are quick to use medications and many different medications particularly, we as society use to only control the symptoms of mental illness, not exactly cure it. Although it is a quick control or suppressant to these mental illness symptoms such as mood swings for Bipolar disorder or sadness for Depression , it heightens our understanding of psychological causes, but also increases the chance of dependence towards the use of drugs. During the rest of the movie, Pat and Tiffany start to rely Subscribe to view the full document.

I resume my push-up routine, keeping my eyes riveted to the shiny black ant scaling a blade of grass directly below my nose, but my peripheral vision catches the sweat beads leaping from my face to the ground below. I need you to want this. If only for me, Pat. But I am also afraid the people from my old life will not be as enthusiastic as I am now trying to be.

While Mom is signing legal papers, I take one last shower in my room and then fill my duffel bag with clothes and my framed picture of Nikki. I say goodbye to my roommate, Jackie, who just stares at me from his bed like he always does, drool running down off his chin like clear honey. Poor Jackie, with his random tufts of hair, oddly shaped head, and flabby body. What woman would ever love him? He blinks at me. I take this for goodbye and good luck, so I blink back with both eyes—meaning double good luck to you, Jackie, which I figure he understands, since he grunts and bangs his shoulder against his ear like he does whenever he gets what you are trying to tell him.

My other friends are in music relaxation class, which I do not attend, because smooth jazz makes me angry sometimes. Thinking maybe I should say goodbye to the men who had my back while I was locked up, I look into the music-room window and see my boys sitting Indian style on purple yoga mats, their elbows resting on their knees, their palms pressed together in front of their faces, and their eyes closed.

Luckily, the glass of the window blocks the smooth jazz from entering my ears. My friends look really relaxed—at peace—so I decide not to interrupt their session. I hate goodbyes. In his white coat, Dr. Timbers is waiting for me when I meet my mother in the lobby, where three palm trees lurk among the couches and lounge chairs, as if the bad place were in Orlando and not Baltimore.

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Enjoy your life, he says to me—wearing that sober look of his—and shakes my hand. But I make sure he understands that he has failed to infect me with his depressing life philosophies—and that I will be looking forward to the end of apart time.

Timbers, which is exactly what Danny—my only black friend in the bad place—told me he was going to say to Dr. Timbers when Danny got out.

Timbers squints as if I had punched him in the gut. As my mother drives me out of Maryland and through Delaware, past all those fast-food places and strip malls, she explains that Dr. On the Delaware Memorial Bridge, she looks over at me and asks if I want to get better, saying, "You do want to get better, Pat.

I say, I do. And then we are back in New Jersey, flying up As we drive down Haddon Avenue into the heart of Collingswood—my hometown—I see that the main drag looks different. So many new boutique stores, new expensive-looking restaurants, and well-dressed strangers walking the sidewalks that I wonder if this is really my hometown at all.

I start to feel anxious, breathing heavily like I sometimes do. Patel, will have me feeling normal in no time. I find the weight bench my mother had promised me so many times, along with the rack of weights, the stationary bike, dumbbells, and the Stomach Master , which I had seen on late-night television and coveted for however long I was in the bad place.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! I tell Mom, and give her a huge hug, picking her up off the ground and spinning her around once. When I put her down, she smiles and says, Welcome home, Pat. My memory started to slip in the bad place because of the drugs, so I began writing down everything that happens to me, keeping track of what I will need to tell Nikki when apart time concludes, to catch her up on my life.

But the doctors in the bad place confiscated everything I wrote before I came home, so I had to start over.

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When I finally come out of the basement, I notice that all the pictures of Nikki and me have been removed from the walls and the mantel over the fireplace. I ask my mother where these pictures went. She tells me our house was burglarized a few weeks before I came home and the pictures were stolen. I ask why a burglar would want pictures of Nikki and me, and my mother says she puts all of her pictures in very expensive frames.

I ask.

Mom says the burglar stole all the expensive frames, but she had the negatives for the family portraits and had them replaced. Mom says he needs time to get used to my living at home again, which I am happy to give him, especially since I am sort of afraid to talk with Dad anyway. I remember him yelling at me the only time he ever visited me in the bad place, and he said some pretty awful things about Nikki and silver linings in general.

My mom has a library card, and she checks out books for me now that I am home and allowed to read whatever I want without clearing the material with Dr. Timbers, who, incidentally, is a fascist when it comes to book banning. I start with The Great Gatsby, which I finish in just three nights. The best part is the introductory essay, which states that the novel is mostly about time and how you can never download it back, which is exactly how I feel regarding my body and exercise—but then again, I also feel as if I have an infinite amount of days until my inevitable reunion with Nikki.

I hate goodbyes.

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In his white coat, Dr. Timbers is waiting for me when I meet my mother in the lobby, where three palm trees lurk among the couches and lounge chairs, as if the bad place were in Orlando and not Baltimore.

Enjoy your life, he says to me—wearing that sober look of his—and shakes my hand.

But I make sure he understands that he has failed to infect me with his depressing life philosophies—and that I will be looking forward to the end of apart time. Timbers, which is exactly what Danny—my only black friend in the bad place—told me he was going to say to Dr. Timbers when Danny got out.

Timbers squints as if I had punched him in the gut. As my mother drives me out of Maryland and through Delaware, past all those fast-food places and strip malls, she explains that Dr. On the Delaware Memorial Bridge, she looks over at me and asks if I want to get better, saying, "You do want to get better, Pat. As we drive down Haddon Avenue into the heart of Collingswood—my hometown—I see that the main drag looks different.

So many new boutique stores, new expensive-looking restaurants, and well-dressed strangers walking the sidewalks that I wonder if this is really my hometown at all. I start to feel anxious, breathing heavily like I sometimes do.

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Patel, will have me feeling normal in no time. I find the weight bench my mother had promised me so many times, along with the rack of weights, the stationary bike, dumbbells, and the Stomach Master , which I had seen on late-night television and coveted for however long I was in the bad place. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I tell Mom, and give her a huge hug, picking her up off the ground and spinning her around once. My memory started to slip in the bad place because of the drugs, so I began writing down everything that happens to me, keeping track of what I will need to tell Nikki when apart time concludes, to catch her up on my life. But the doctors in the bad place confiscated everything I wrote before I came home, so I had to start over.

When I finally come out of the basement, I notice that all the pictures of Nikki and me have been removed from the walls and the mantel over the fireplace. I ask my mother where these pictures went.

She tells me our house was burglarized a few weeks before I came home and the pictures were stolen. I ask why a burglar would want pictures of Nikki and me, and my mother says she puts all of her pictures in very expensive frames.

I ask. Mom says the burglar stole all the expensive frames, but she had the negatives for the family portraits and had them replaced. Mom says he needs time to get used to my living at home again, which I am happy to give him, especially since I am sort of afraid to talk with Dad anyway. I remember him yelling at me the only time he ever visited me in the bad place, and he said some pretty awful things about Nikki and silver linings in general. My mom has a library card, and she checks out books for me now that I am home and allowed to read whatever I want without clearing the material with Dr.

Timbers, who, incidentally, is a fascist when it comes to book banning. I start with The Great Gatsby , which I finish in just three nights. The best part is the introductory essay, which states that the novel is mostly about time and how you can never download it back, which is exactly how I feel regarding my body and exercise—but then again, I also feel as if I have an infinite amount of days until my inevitable reunion with Nikki.

We will probably be chatting over dinner, and the reference will make Nikki smile and laugh because she will be so surprised that I have actually read The Great Gatsby. My workout is interrupted midday, when Mom descends the basement stairs and says I have an appointment with Dr.

So I shower, and then Mom drives me to Dr. When we arrive, I take a seat in the waiting room as Mom fills out some more paperwork. As I sit there flipping through a Sports Illustrated , listening to the easy-listening station Dr. You know the title: The tiny man is Dr. Patel, I realize, because he tells his secretary to turn off the music, and when she obeys, Kenny G is out of my head and I stop yelling. I cover my face with my hands so no one will see me crying, and after a minute or so, my mother begins rubbing my back.

So much silence—and then Dr. Patel asks me into his office. I follow him reluctantly as Mom helps the secretary clean up the mess I made. Two leather recliners face each other, and spider-looking plants—long vines full of white-and-green leaves—hang down from the ceiling to frame the bay window that overlooks a stone birdbath and a garden of colorful flowers.

But there is absolutely nothing else in the room except a box of tissues on the short length of floor between the recliners. The floor is a shiny yellow hardwood, and the ceiling and walls are painted to look like the sky—real-looking clouds float all around the office, which I take as a good omen, since I love clouds.

A single light occupies the center of the ceiling, like a glowing upside-down vanilla-icing cake, but the ceiling around the light is painted to look like the sun.

Friendly rays shoot out from the center. I have to admit I feel calm as soon as I enter Dr. Patel asks me which recliner I want to relax in.

When Dr. Patel sits down, he pulls the lever on the side of his chair, which makes the footrest rise.

He leans back and laces his fingers behind his tiny head, as if he were about to watch a ball game. Relax, he says. And no Dr. Call me Cliff.

I like to keep sessions informal. Friendly, right? So, he says. The Kenny G song really got to you. Your mother tells me you wish to be reunited with Nikki, that this is your biggest life goal—so I figure we best start.

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