It's my pleasure to be able to talk and possibly help someone. In the past year I've had plenty of times when I needed someone to talk to and looked in all sorts of places and found nothing. As far as the whole "being crazy" thing, I think that's a perfectly natural way to feel. When my doctor said I was Bipolar in that moment and for a day or so after I felt as if I had just been told I was terminally ill and was going to die. I had no resources to help myself understand what was going on, other than the fact that my mom is a mental health nurse and had heard her horror stories about her patients who are Bipolar. So, naturally I was terrified. Even more so when my doctor kept changing my meds every two weeks because they either didn't work at all or had worked and then stopped working. I'm always looking for new ways to help myself cope and help others cope as well. It seems that my mind can never find enough information on the subject. I know that things will start to get better for us all. We are not "crazy" (even though we feel that we are sometimes) we're just fighting a different kind of fight.

My love to you all!