It's taken me a few years to get over the fear, pride, and stubbornness, to be able to write on one of these. I was diagnosed a few years ago with Bipolar Disorder in this dual diagnosis treatment center that i was attending, for the 3rd time around then. For a long time i ignored it, thought it was just a problem when i was using, doesn't work like that though i have well learned. i was diagnosed again just a year and a half ago, and it only took about 10 mins for these psychiatrists, to whom i had just met, to inform me without hesitation that its not BD, and that i without a doubt suffer from BPD. When i really looked into it, all those "why's" and complete misunderstandings/confusions that i always asked myself got a little bit more clear.... I've been in and out of drug rehabs/facilities 13 times, moved back and forth from canada to california, checkn out school here and there, try to keep a job, or even friends for that matter. i'm only 21 right now, im only a baby in some eyes, and it scares the living hell out of me that im supposed to live for tech. atleast another 30- 40 years.. i've been struggling with BPD since the age of 9, and i've been a drug addict since 12, i know there's hope for me, and i have faith and hope that i won't behave/think this way the rest of my life. im surrounded with people that are almost nothing like me, and its been like that for the last year and a half since i left cali along with amazing support. Right now i feel deathly alone, hopeless, and completely worthless and meaningless, and a big part of me really feels like that, bc im the one that pretty much made it happen. im lost, and right now, im dieing to know that im not the only human being who somehow thinks and acts the way i do, and am not the only walking contradicition... If anyone wants to reply and say something, im all ears, and also would answer any question openly. well, if anyone is reading this, thank you! - Wandering Soul-