I have Bipolar, but was not diagnosed until I had already steered my life down a path that no one had ever imagined for me. I was always the quiet, polite, honest, caring girl that excelled at everything. But before my senior year of high school things started slowly spinning out of control unexplainably. I became depressed and withdrawn from my friends. I changed my entire appearance from my hair to my wardrobe to piercings and a giant tattoo! I started drinking at nights by myself in my room. I became involved with a married thirty year old man. (he was separated from his wife but the divorce was not final) I lied and hurt people I loved. I ended up pregnant. I destroyed my reputation as well as my family's and they ended up shutting down the family business because the small town rumor mill hurt them so bad. I know everyone doesn't believe in God, but I truly believe that He sent me my daughter to set me on a better path than the one I was going, as odd as that may seem. But I was just wondering some things... I feel like I am not this horrible person, but I made the decisions, was it bipolar or am I really that terrible? And how can I ever right the wrongs?