I used to wonder when I was growing up why me what is wrong with me? Isolation was the norm for me and no one really understood who I was. I was misunderstood rejected misused and abused by men but yet I I knew that there was something that I just was not understanding about myself. Mental illness found its resting place in my family with a list of relatives that was on medication from doctors but it was a thing that we never really talked about because it was the norm. After living a troublesome life I came to realize that I was very much in need of help. From pregnancies in my teenage years and a few divorces also promiscuous living let’s not forget the drugs, suicide attempts and so on and so forth. I gave Christ my life but even in doing so I was very ignorant about what was happening to my mind. What was causing mean to do the things that I used to do over and over expecting different results, but to make a longer story short I understand now and I take my medication on a regular basis not saying that I saying that I have arrived because there is a lot of work that need to be done in me. To me getting an understanding has helped me a lot I no longer live in denial and has come to realize that education is the key. Thank you