"At first they told me it was anxiety so they gave me a little white pill to slow down my heart rate. Then they said depression, so they gave me a little yellow pill to make my brain fuzzy. Bi-polar was a little pink pill that had a nasty after taste. A little pill got to choose how I felt that day. I thought my psychiatrist was helping until I missed one half hour appointment and got a bill for 200$. I was left completely powerless, I pushed a lot of people away from me and I couldn't recognize who I was anymore. I became the stigmas my illnesses carried. I was the epitome of everything I promised I said I would never become and I hated myself. I felt worthless, I felt like I had no control over anything in my life and I took it out on my body.
I'm doing better than I have in years. I have longer good periods and fewer bad moments. My family is my entire universe, my friends are my safety net. I’m the happy carefree one in a crowd. I like it that way- no one knew, no one will ever know. I still don’t sleep most nights but I’m doing okay. And okay seems pretty great to me.”