I when I was twelve I purposely gave myself a bloody nose. When I was fourteen I got the guts to tell them that I wanted to kill myself so they took me to a doctor and I was diagnosed with major depression. When I was 15 I was diagnosed with attention deficit. Shortly I started doing self-harm and it’s been a struggle ever since but I have not done self-harm for quite a while.
When I was 19 I moved to Portland to move in with a strange guy and I quit taking my meds. I thought I was fine but I wasn’t. Down the road I broke up with the guy and met someone else that treated me with respect. I had been in and out the hospital. After a while I wrote a suicide note and I was determined to succeed. I was at my boyfriend’s house. Since I wrote the suicide not in my blog and I had already overdosed he rushed home and found me on the floor wanting to go to sleep. I don’t remember much else that happened for that day.
On September 25, 2008 I was diagnosed with bipolar. There are parts of my life for when I’ve been mentally sick that most of it has been blocked out. I have attempted suicide 5 times and been in the hospital 12 times. I have been diagnosed with bipolar, anxiety, PTSD and schizoaffective disorder.
I deal with visual hallucinations when I’m stressed or tired or sometimes they’ll just pop up. I mostly ignore them.
I’m not sure what else to say as most of it my mind has blocked out.